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We're like best friends but blood-related, can you believe me if I say that sometimes in my early high school days she'd encourage me to bunk classes and hang out with friends just so I don't miss out on any fun or that I had my first martini with her? She taught me how to walk and she also taught me how to have fun but she even taught me responsibility that is to have fun but not go overboard on it and forget your ambitions and dreams. She taught me how to be adventurous but also how to be careful. She taught me how to concentrate on my goals but at the same time didn't allow me to miss out on any bonfires and fun.\nI share everything that comes to my mind with her and I feel that's an exclusive freedom only a few get, my bond with her keeps me sane and allows me to take right decisions in my life. \nI feel it's very important for people to have friendly relations with their: PARENTS.\nMy mother and I have a very close bond, something very exceptional and rare to find these days. She is my greatest teacher who taught me love,compassion and fearlessness and she's that someone I know who will always have my back.<\/p>
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A healthy relationship with your parents is very necessary, when you take out time for each other and try to build your relationship by sharing personal issues with each other and be supportive towards each other's goals,you stop looking for love and affection outside your house, you're happy and content and you don't fall into traps of false promises. You don't need somebody else to fill that void and hence fewer mistakes and ex's. Not only relationships, when you don't get enough love and attention from home you often start looking for it in friendships, which ends in trusting the wrong ones.<\/p>
A good attachment with them helps you regulate emotions under stress and in difficult situations and develops you physically, socially, emotionally and cognitively. Daily interaction with your parents helps you take wiser and beneficial decisions in life.<\/p>
It helps you realize your goals and gives you a clean picture of what you desire or want from life or from people. You can start by asking them how their day at office went or whether they performed well in the meeting they were so stressed out about, you can take out some time to cook together, do something adventurous or go out on a long drive, Personal activities like these help in growth of relationships.<\/p>
We have become so busy following our careers and goals that we hardly take out time or give an opportunity for beautiful relationships to evolve. We often see parents as strict and unfriendly and people we've to hide things from, but in reality nobody can understand us better than they can because they've known us for the longest. They are the only ones obligated to love us no matter what ; from the rest of the world we have to earn it. They're the only group who'll support you if you score a zero or a forty, so don't let a bond so pure go waste. \n<\/p>"}]
Being only around 1 \u00bd inch long and 8 mm thick, it had managed to obstruct perpetually an innocent child\u2019s dream of becoming a superman. Lodged in his young heart confused at the reducing beats as it was accustomed to the frenzied ones usually coming from the euphoric playtime, the bullet was slowly, stealthily stealing the glory of future. <\/p>
\nAs was the little one\u2019s tendency, he frantically attempted to reach his mother and in a bewildering first, his muscles wouldn't agree nor would his throat which had caged his wails from everyone except his mother, whose dying heart could still, not miraculously, feel the deafening cries of her child. And so she began what would be the last of her many struggles- the struggle to listen to her child that last time. <\/p>
\nShe was quite far, but she knew beyond doubt, that her son was speaking to her. She could see his thoughts right through the heavy mist of his closing eyes, his pain stabbing her heart more intensely than the metal pieces. <\/p>
\nHe said \u201c It will dawn, Ma. One day, from a hopefully near future, will pride itself on a new time, a time which has risen above today\u2019s vice\u201d. The mother inched closer,dragging her dead limbs solely with the will to listen to these words arising from the deepest part of her son\u2019s heart, deeper than the reach of the bullet.<\/p>
\n\u201cIn that time, Every carousel will be open for all my friends, even for that boy without amma and papa\u201d, he continued. \u201cNo classroom will suffer from the absence of any person just because of the way they look, the clothes they wear or the name they choose to address God when praying for that shopkeeper to fall asleep,leaving all candy for children. All the world leaders from my lesson will fight peacefully only to bring all of us closer so that my Israeli friend will finally be able to count the marbles of her Palestinian friend from that border tent and decide who had to pay for the tempting chocolates they had seen.\u201d <\/p>
His mother prayed fervently for such time to grace the horizon soon, if possible, sooner than they would depart to the unseen side of it. His innocence again spoke \u201c The destructive weapons will never be brought out of my PlayStation and our homes, our stories will never be lost to the world of reminiscence. And we wouldn\u2019t have to bear this pain umi, this pain that I wish you could reduce with your magical hug\u201d. <\/p>
Little did he know that his desire was reciprocated by his mother\u2019s ardent want to hold him close and listen to his heartbeat before it all falls silent. <\/p>
\nAnd with this yearning, the mother pushed her now collapsing limits, just the way she did when she was a little more full of life. She saw the sun rays caressing his forehead, the gold glistening like a halo over his face covered with sweat, blood and tears she couldn't wipe. She saw the earth kissing him and she knew that she had to hold him, caress him and kiss him too, right where it hurt him the most, even if it meant hauling her bleeding body through the shrapnel that wasn't content with destruction just yet. The strength coursing through her, fueled by the voiceless, breathless whispers of her child, would put Hercules to shame.<\/p>
\nThe child whispered \u201c Mama, when that time will come, everyone will have a home and then their toys wouldn\u2019t be lost by continuous shifting ,through dangerous mountains and thunderously roaring waters notorious for kidnapping naughty people as my Syrian friend told me . Also, their feet wouldn\u2019t be blistered, their muscles never sore and then they\u2019d play with me late into the evening, until you\u2019d call us for eating delicious samosas. And in every home, such scrumptious treats would entice children into pausing their games, with no one going hungry. I may not know how it feels to starve, mommy, but it must be similar to this growing hurt in my body and hence, I pray no one goes without food and water.\u201d <\/p>
\nBy now, the mother herself was in excruciating pain. Maybe the reason behind it are the metal remnants of weaponry finding home, strangely, in an innocent\u2019s body but there was more than a slight chance that it were the tears on her son\u2019s serene face that knifed through her soul. But knowing the only path towards peace for them was to give him her magical hug, she dragged herself through inches magnified hundreds of times for her lacerated flesh. But her agony vanished when, finally, her child touched her bleeding yet comforting palm, his lifeless lips smiling in anticipation of that magical hug. <\/p>
\nAnd he resumed. \u201c Madre, the beautiful sun of that novel time won\u2019t be the only source of warmth. Everyone will radiate a resplendent glow, even the uncle who scolds us each time our ball, by honest mistake, lands in his yard. The only fire burning shall be that of intense passion to succeed. The only war shall be for the TV remote. The only explosions shall be for Diwali, Eid, Christmas and all other festivals i\u2019ll learn on making new friends. It would be a time of peace, happiness and contentment. It will be delightful, that tomorrow\u201d. <\/p>
By Now, the mother had cocooned her son in the undying warmth of a mother\u2019s embrace and just as their dying hearts beat together for one last time, she heard her son request \u201c Wake me up in that tomorrow, mother, wake me up\u201d.\n\n<\/p>"}]
I believe a woman isn't a rock but a storm that every ravager gets alarmed of the agitated situations that should be faced well I always feel that just our thoughts wont let women stay safe and I also feel it is neither gained being just brave nor striving to be so at so many cases these thoughts of mine made me think over the horizon and that lead to the evolution of the following idea.\nYes we do have a lot of safety measures coming up, happening, and taken up all by ourselves but there should always be a clear and astounding strategy to save ourselves and what do you think that would be? \" our dressing?, our innocence?, our ignorance?\" well its not that, would you just believe that the whole strategy could be in a single pendent? yes the pendent we wear to our neck or our hand. Well my idea is as the following way a pendent is something which we can use for so many cases but I really feel if a small pendent would hide the small chip in its little place and how would it be if that little chip would help us to track where we are or indicates others if we are in a problem!! Wow that would definitely reduce the missing cases and the logic here which also helps us in another way is we can also find if our jewellery gets misplaced somewhere! It serves as a baggage of safety which reduces robbery and increases and gives much more strength and most importantly women turn out to be brave enough which ultimately leads to the development at each and every sector related to women safety! At last I conclude that safety doesn't happen by accident it needs a strategy and bravery.<\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1547981406258","data":"5c444e6e33c15"}]
The polluted fresh masked air-<\/p>
Kisses my face,<\/p>
I feel the breeze<\/p>
And stare out of the three wheeler I\u2019m sitting in!<\/p>
I dream of the things<\/p>
I\u2019d plan to accomplish! <\/p>
The plan goes on,<\/p>
But the results never shows up!<\/p>
I run and run!<\/p>
Through the crazy tasks.<\/p>
That cry my heart,<\/p>
and squeeze it low!<\/p>
I try to cheer<\/p>
And light it up!<\/p>
And show that thing what I\u2019m capable of.<\/p>
My youthful boiling blood <\/p>
Has no purpose to it.<\/p>
But for just Giving people a heart attack<\/p>
I smile and see-<\/p>
My innocent looking face to be,<\/p>
My baby voice and sins-<\/p>
The secrets I have!<\/p>
I wonder if People will ever believe-<\/p>
That a girl like me,<\/p>
Can ever hide her secrets from me! <\/p>"}]
I held onto your hand just to wonder, how compressed has my world become.<\/p>
Where the eternity is just as shorter, where your hair are my shade for sun.<\/p>
I pulled you close just to wonder, have I been thought wrong geometry aback?<\/p>
Coz the curves I've seen are real no longer, no frame has ever been built that could frame you like that.<\/p>
I looked into your eyes just to wonder, how my dreams all lie within their grasp. <\/p>
Where no yesterday, no tomorrow could find a shelter.<\/p>
Where without you my world would just be a trap. <\/p>
I hugged you tight just to wonder, have I ever been exposed to love, even slack? <\/p>
Cos the portrait you make is real no longer, no frame has ever been built that can frame you like that.<\/p>"}]
How amazing it would be if you are put in a house where you have roommates, who belong to\ndifferent nationalities? You get to share your room, your wardrobe, kitchen and even have a\ncommon bathroom. Every new experience you encounter presents a cultural shock. You have\nnothing in common, but somehow you are destined to meet.\nWhen you travel across the seas, you get to meet people whose perspectives differ from your's. <\/p>
It is obvious that they may not have a prevailing thought process. You may not\ncontribute to the same set of practices, rules or religion, but you definitely would share a few\nmoments of your life together. You will know how different your kind or community is, from the rest of the\nworld. Sometimes you come across a few people who teach you that life is something better\nthan just earning your living. <\/p>
In this fast growing world, it is critical for a person to come out of their confines to have a\nbetter vision of the world. A one-hour conversation with a foreigner sitting next to you on the\nflight can reveal a good bunch of facts that you would be perplexed to know. It would also\nintroduce yourself to a formal ambience where your kindness alone could pay off. Talking to a\nlocal lad who appears to be friendly can get you acquainted with a few prerequisites to survive\nin his nation.\nAt first, you eventually start learning baby words from the other language and then their\npractices and you gently blend into the culture. <\/p>
One finest thing about cross-cultural\nexperiences is, you find a hike in your ability to adapt to things around you. A brief gab with a\ngentleman-looking person while in transit can get you updated about this capricious world. <\/p>
The fear of losing your comfort when you move offshore can get you worried. Remember,\nthat no country would leave you starving to death, as humanity is one thing trivial in most of\nmankind.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1547908486174","data":"
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We live in a society where we define beauty as something which resides in every woman's heart,but does it mean that only girls with slim and perfect figure has a beautiful heart ? what about those who are little chubby and just a bit healthy ? does it mean that they don't have a heart or they they're not beautiful like others ? \"look at her! damn...she has perfect curves, lets go and try to get her number, she must be easy, I guess.\" <\/p>
We are those kind of people who look for benefits in whatsoever we do but do you know how it feels when the world just wants to be with you just for some benefits ? \" haha......look at that fat bitch! if she comes to talk to us we'll laugh and make fun of her\". We people call ourselves \"EDUCATED\" still we be part of that group who keeps body shaming those people who doesn't have a perfect body figure.<\/p>
Yes, she is fat but she is completely fine with it. She is happy with herself, then why are you making it so hard for her to live? <\/p>
\n\nHA AN HAI WO MOTI. THIK HAI NA YAAR... TUMHARE BAAP KA TOH NAHI KHAATI NA ?<\/p>
Just imagine, some people are making fun of you for your skinny figure. How would you feel? You'll surely feel bad right? Then why to make fun of someone who's just a bit different than you all ? So now, instead of judging people on the basis of their outer body start looking for those who comes with the biggest and the purest hearts because love comes in all shapes and shades. All you need is to change the way how you look towards others because in this world every person is beautiful in their own way.<\/p>"}]
As I sit here listening to this song, many thoughts run on my mind. My soul that was lazing around for a long time finally felt the urge to type something. Here I am again. Back with my thoughts. And this time it\u2019s all about those good ole times. My childhood. The essence of it. <\/p>
As I listen to the track that\u2019s playing on my phone.. I reminisce the old times. When things were way different. When life was just happy and care-free. Even though I\u2019m surrounded by the darkness and it\u2019s pitch black outside, I can clearly picture a bright summer afternoon in my head. <\/p>
Early 2000\u2019s. Probably the best years of my life. Times when people were genuine. When everything felt real and the bonds that were shared weren\u2019t just limited to a selfie or a video. It was much more than that. Me being 19 years old, I know you all might be thinking ,\" Why does she sound like a woman who is in her 60\u2019s? Sheesh!\u201d. <\/p>
Well, let me tell you something. I\u2019m not sure how many of you can relate. But remember the times when fun meant something more than being stuck to your phone 24\/7 or spending time in virtual reality? When spending quality time meant sitting on the porch with your loved ones and laughing your heart out and making memories. <\/p>
Gone are the days when we truly enjoyed little moments that matter most. Gone are the days when we enjoyed the sunset or the night sky for their true beauty. Here we are. In this big digital world. Where opinions matter. Where people are obsessed with attention. Where likes and dislikes rule our world. Where capturing moments with our phones matter more than the ones we capture with our heart.. without having the rest of the world to know it.<\/p>
I would be a hypocrite if I said I\u2019m different. I\u2019m not. But as this track plays in the background, on loop, I just wish I went back in time. Only for once. Just to be able to experience those realest moments of my life which I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll ever be able to experience again.<\/p>"}]
India is the home to 1\/5th of worlds\u2019 children. We should be really proud of our country because we have the largest Child Work Force in the world. Forget about Human trafficking, Forget about all the social issues we face in our country. We gotta be proud for being a part of a society that has huge culture and unlimited faith in Karma and still make children work for their<\/b> own benefit, their<\/b> own lively hood and their <\/b>own pay. Not for us! And here, the kids need just a fraction of pay paid to adults. Do they work any less? Absolutely not. In fact, They are given nameless works because they aren\u2019t capable of saying NO to their bosses who are over their grandparents age.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1547817002405","data":"
The Children are placed to work in respectable positions and safe environments that include exposure to harmful chemicals, manufacturing of Beedi, Matches, Jewellery, Carpets, Cotton ropes, Quarrying, Mining and farming excluding the domestic works they are forced to do. <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1547817002406","data":"5c3f2d467279e"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1547817002407","data":"
Reliable agencies estimate that over 15 million children are subjected to bond labour to the creditors to pay family debts. Sometimes, as less as Rs.500\/- although bonded labour and servitude was officially abolished in 1975. Poor pay and inflated interest make it almost impossible for loans to be repaid and which unofficially make children as bond labours. <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1547817002408","data":"
We make children work and call ourselves as people who belong to the PROGRESSIVE ERA. It is we who gotta change. You got to speak for the children whose voices are shut against themselves. <\/p>"}]
He gave her the rose,<\/p>
But she rejected seeing the thorns. <\/p>
He gave her the ring,<\/p>
But she ignored seeing the silver.<\/p>
He gave her the teddy bear,<\/p>
But she refused seeing the size.<\/p>
He gave her the pen,<\/p>
But she spurned seeing the price.<\/p>
He gave her his heart,<\/p>
But she declined seeing his face.<\/p>
He's gone.<\/p>
She has found another.<\/p>
But she accepted seeing the thorns.<\/p>
But she approved seeing the diamond.<\/p>
But she received seeing the size.<\/p>
But she admitted seeing the price.<\/p>
But she confirmed seeing his face.<\/p>
He did the same to three other,<\/p>
She cried in pain thinking of the first.<\/p>"}]
By being happy, you can lead life successfully, but every success may or may not impart the happiness. Sometimes it is better to lose rather than to win. Get happiness in giving. One can drive the destiny.\n\nThere was a man who bagged first prize in a marathon race. His craving desire was to reach the summit. Unfortunately, he was not gifted with desired success. His hopes were shattered down to the earth. He questioned God, regretting about his life. The man who earned the second position in the race was stoical. Winning or losing was same who had evenness of the mind. He may lose in running race but he won in the race of life.\n\nWe can get happiness when we are satisfied with what we have. We get success only when we work hard sacrificing everything. It\u2019s better to gain satisfaction with pebbles than peeping into the water for diamonds. <\/p>
A Bird in the hand is worth Two in the bush. <\/p>
ENJOY THE LIFE BY PLAYING, TO DRAW THE CARD OF HAPPINESS. <\/p>
PIN HOPES, PUTTING INCESSANT EFFORTS UNTIL YOU ARE GIFTED WITH THE CARD OF SUCCESS. <\/p>
CLIMB THE STEPS OF HAPPINESS TO REACH SUCCESS. <\/p>
One will get the flavor of success when one reaches the point of achievement. But, one can create happiness at the starting point itself. Ride the rest of your life with happiness. Success will become a puppet in your hands merely watching your game as a spectator. <\/p>
HIJACK YOUR BRAIN TOWARDS THE HAPPINESS TO FIND THE CLUE TO SUCCESS.\n\n\n\n \n\n<\/p>"}]
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