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Story Monika Arora I was returning home like cows and goats do at dusk. The autumn had begun. The scattered
Read moreO Mom, O Earth; you lie in nature’s lap –
O Nature, you’re too gallant; so bright,
O Sun, your dim rays; at dawn-like a trap !
O Moon, your bluish light; so calm, at night.
Guiding and teaching people to belief that they are exceptional and special and to make them feel great about themselves no matter what the situation doesn’t lead to a world full of skillful
Read moreThe clock of the trend, braced up its hands.
To scuttle on the streets of the dial.
Howbeit, when promptly the hands halt,
Who’ll glance eyes over the clock?
As I sit at my study
I glance without, often.
Through the fleur grills of my window
my eyes sight the world….
On that day most of the teachers were on the playground under the winter sun. With their hands in the back with rolled-up newspapers, they were scattered in the field in small groups and were engaged in grave talks…..
Read moreAn integral part of being a responsible adult is establishing limits for ourselves –making choices that are in our own best interest even when they aren’t enjoyable in the moment……
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