While we are dwelling in the world of murder mysteries and psychological thrillers in web series, TV shows, and movies; I fail to find the happy coincidences that once made our bones tickle amidst the monotony of life. Where deceit and disguises were not meant to rob anyone but just to add a slice of humor to life.
Take a look at Wilma Rudolph.
I loved the feeling of freedom in running, the fresh air, the feeling that the only person I’m competing with is me.
by Mansi Singh Although implicitly protected by the Constitution, transgender persons continue to face daily struggles in achieving socio-economic parity with the rest of the society. I explore the many failings of the Bill in this series of blog posts. Its attempt to provide legal protection is poor, and one that potentially destroys the traditional…
We first met when my friend handed me the iconic book ‘The Fountainhead’. I wasn’t a literature person then; this friend was my only medium to peep into what I now call ‘Anatomy of thoughts’. Friends are people through whom you get a glimpse of the abandoned aspects of life. They introduce you to the…
Many have died and went insane, many have lost their hearts in vain, and many have scribbled on walls, or have cut their wrists. The lower class hard working love, the middle class struggling love and the elite elegant love; they all have to go through the same bridge of ego, narcissism, adjustments and criticism….