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The Crippled And Dependent (PART 1)

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As the first drop of sun Poured down from the fluffy clouds, It was the time to spread my wings and fly off without a doubt.  All the birds twitched their tails As they prepared for the flight And one by one they soured high in the sky, But my wings were coiled tight. I was different from them all, 'Injured' as they called me. So, couldn't I fly I asked mom, "Was I going to live differently?" And all the birds did come, They flocked around me, Some mocking some grieving But none could help, absolutely no body. I didn't want any tears, Neither any mocking, It was simply my fate, My path on which I was walking. I did surrender once, With agony, distress and despair, Without any independence, any freedom, Why always with tender care? Why was I treated that way? Always so differently! By everyone except my mother Who has her faith in me.  She made me do everything,  that other birds did independently, So couldn

How to die?

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Circulating fan. Dim lights. Silent air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she, "But, I don't want to end up in this suffocating room! I want to taste nature before I leave. I was born out of it, I'll die with it!" And, she steps out of her house, into the bright, soft sunshine. Slowing walking, and expressionlessly observing. She carefully crosses the road as she wants to have the sole right to kill herself! With her knife in her pocket, she heads to the park which was blessed with unfrequented visits. She takes the mere bench there and tries to relax. Three deep breaths and a long sigh. Hovering butterflies. Bright sunshine, Fresh air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she "Okay, I think it's the right time." One last time, she stares at the beauty of the nature, unnoticed by most due tot he fast life of today. The glimmering pond, and happy flowers give h

Akbar And Birbal

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During the 16th Century, there existed the most successful reign of the Mughal Dynasty, Akbar's reign. The just ruler made it a point to have the features of peace, prosperity, and  religious tolerance amoung his people. Always, he tried to appoint the best people to his court so that his regime could be served well. One day, Abul Fazal, the most important courtier of Akbar's kingdom, put forward the idea of 'Taswir' or paintings before him. While he described it as a magical art, murmurs went around the court, criticizing the new development as any ordinary person is expected to do. However, a king as accommodating as Akbar, never loses any chance to rise about the ordinary. At once, he accepted this beautiful idea with much courtesy and told him to capture in those colourful strokes, the glimmering concepts of Mughal life. To shush down the critics, he ordered Abul Fazal to showcase a sample of 'Taswir' soon enough in the next Royal Meet, and the