Author: Ayush

Why do we read? What makes reading so important?

While reading a novel a thought stroked into my mind that why do we read? What makes reading so important even in this busy world? I know that this is a very out of context question. For many it does not even makes sense but I think there are very strong reasons behind it. I am in the search of those reasons. So let’s find out the answer of the question, why do we read? Isn’t it strange that even in this hectic and fast changing world reading is still in the fashion? Actually it never went out of...

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While resting in her arms without any FEAR

Hi guys I am here again with my new composition. It is titled as “While resting in her arms”. I hope that you will like it. Do drop your comments in the comment box..   While resting in her arms While resting in her arms Without any fear Carrying a bright smile And her beautiful stare, He dreamt about stars Falling here and there And imagined himself Running behind that natural fare. He was blessed with Tons of love and care That his mother was showering In layers and layers.   By grabbing her fingers He learnt to walk...

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A stomach to be filled – Poem on FATHER

Hi guys! I am here with my new poem titled as “A stomach to be filled”. It is on one of the greatest gifts given to us by the God. It is on father.. I hope you guys will like it. Do drop your comments in comment box.   A  stomach to be filled Those glittering hands With blood and sweat Were for rewarding his lad With a whole bread To pass the night Without another stomach ache Due to hunger Which was written in their fate. That innocent lad knew nothing About the cruel race That his father...

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A letter to APJ Abdul Kalam Sir, the MISSILE MAN

Respected Kalam Sir, I am a simple boy from a simple town of north India. I am still in my teenage and I know that I have a long way to travel. I never had the chance to meet you personally but it will be no lie if I confess that you are one of the people who have certainly transformed me. Since the kinder garden I know about you and I started admiring you from that age. In eighth class I developed the habit of reading and one of my first books contained “My Journey” penned by you,...

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Literature is immortal – A thought to be justified

There is a proverb that ‘man is mortal’. It is true. Every single soul who has stepped in this great puzzle which is commonly known as life has to depart at some point of the journey. No matter whether the person is a great king or a born slave, at the end of the day both of them have to lie in their graves. But the irony is that instead of this fact many lost souls are still remembered everywhere. They were also men. The thing which kept them alive is their deeds which are recorded and admired in...

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