Disappointed

Disappointed

By Riya Singh1 Comment
      27.07.2015 I have always thought twice before speaking to my father. I love him, no doubt. And he does, too. But I've always wondered if parents were supposed to be those people in your life that you could share anything with. They are always there for you. Not only to support you in the career but also in your personal life. But my mother would be busy in her own career, household chores, and to look after my younger brother. All of these things would consume her time. She would be left with little to no time for me. So our bond never grew much. My father had always been disappointed with my academics since he couldn't believe that when he had religiously been the topper of his class and school then how could I, his daughter be so weak in academics. He always told me that I needed to ignite the fuel of passion within me. Only then would I be...
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Be kind, be brave.

Be kind, be brave.

By Ashutosh Gursale3 Comments
“How was the city? Did you like it?” She enquired. “Well, it was helpless and romantic but mostly suffocating”, I replied. She sighed, apparently this wasn't the answer she was expecting. But I only spoke the truth. I could see people with hollow eyes and dry lips- so void of any feeling. I could see people getting into those showrooms buying a piece of cloth that costs far more than the actual worth, while children begged outside these very showrooms. I could see how everyone was in search for some place to escape, for something to disappear in. And since they were unable to find it, they pretended to be in love or having fun. Pretension was their escape. I could see how history no longer mattered to them, how scared they were of the future. And somewhere in between these two they were living the present. And at that moment the world seemed so bitter and unkind as if it's put there to watch you drown or build...
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