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  I would like to begin this post with two apologies. One for the long gap between my previous post and this one and the other for my non-Tamil speaking readers, because this post is a poem written in Tamil. I wrote this poem for a poetry writing competition at my college and the topic was daydreaming. here goes, யுத்தக்களமா? இல்லை வகுப்பறையா? மூன்றாம் உலகப் போர்! அல்ல, இறுதித் தேர்வுகள்! என்றுரைத்தன  பலக்குரல்கள். அதனிலும் அவனுக்கு ஓர்  குரல் மட்டுமே ஒலித்தது. கண்களை தானாக மறைத்தன . எப்படியேனும் அந்தக் குரலை மட்டும் அவ்வாயிரம்  ஓசைகள் இடையே கண்டறிய ஓர் முயற்சி. அக்குரலின் திசையில் பொம்மைகள் தொள்ளாயிரம், முகங்களாக காட்டிக்கொள்ள ஓர் முயற்சி. பூண்டுத்தோல் போல ஒவ்வொன்றாக அவிழ்ந்தன முகமூடிகள். அதில் ஒருத்தி மட்டும் மௌனம் காத்தாள். கண்கள்! திகைந்தான்! ஐம்புலன்களும் கவிழ்ந்தன. என்புதோலைக்  கிழிக்கும் கருவிழியால் பார்த்தால். நீல உருண்டையே சுற்றுவதை நிறுத்தியது, நிகழவிருப்பதை பார்க்க.  ஏன் இறைவனும் கூட ஒர் நொடி நின்றது. உற்சாகம்! பெரும் சக்தி அவனை அவளிடம் ஈர்க்க  தன்னையறியாமல் தொண்டை வறண்டது.

This is an essay I wrote for a competition conducted by the Korean language club at my college. Hope you like it. Behind every single conflict that ever took place, behind the bloodshed of every war, lies fundamental human emotions. Thus, the issue of inter-Korean relations and the unification of Korea lies in the story that we have all either been a part of or heard of. Let us take the example of a loving couple. The couple which was so close that it was for so long, one entity, was suddenly split into two because of two mean-minded friends that don’t wish for the real well-being of the couple. One might easily suggest, that the couple should just get rid of those two friends, but there lies the catch-22, the couple has spent too much time with the friends that now, they are intrinsically linked to the two parts of the couple and more importantly, the couple has fought for almost 4 years which resulted in heavy blows on both sides. After realizing that the fight is much more complicat

Jacob Peter Gowy's The Flight of Icarus Moral stories. During times that were much more simple, at least to me, my days almost always used to end with one of my family members telling me a story with a moral at the heart of it. We all concentrate so much on inculcating the best values in our children when these values are often abstract concepts alien to most people and often become obstacles to a peaceful way of getting things done. Let's talk about the elephant in the room. This elephant gets on a bus, sits where 5 people are supposed to sit, lights up a smoke, pours itself a drink, and enjoys itself, being well aware that it is not allowed to do any of this in a public bus, and yet nobody raises even a finger to do anything about it. Similar to this elephant there are many elephants in government offices that take bribes, many elephants that offer these bribes to the other elephants, and many other elephants that tramp carelessly on their way without having any consideration

This is a short story that I wrote at the end of last year for my department's magazine. Hope you like it.  45 via   https://indiain360.com/kolli-hills-the-mountain-of-death-south-india-tourism/ Twas a rainy day in mid-December. The rain had been merciless on the Chennaiites for it had been pouring for the past 45 hours continuously, Ram was sitting in the waiting room for 25 minutes, anxiously tapping his feet. The light bulb was flickering heavily. Ankita , the managing director's secretary, walked in, looked him dead in the eye, and said, "Ram, the board of directors will see you now." He stood up before she even finished her sentence, nodded at her, and started walking towards the door. Little did he know that inside was the news that was waiting to tear his life apart. As soon as he went in he saw 3 people, the MD, the CFO, and the CEO. Ram sat in one of the chairs and looked at them earnestly. "Do you know why you're here Ram?" asked the CEO with a

  Christopher Marlowe via  https://poemanalysis.com/christopher-marlowe/biography/ The fact that the Elizabethan age had a surplus inflow of English poets, and some of the greatest of all times in its kitty gives it a special place in the literary history of the language. Though it may have the superstar of English literature, the choice of Marlowe was consciously made for this essay. It could either be because within a span of six years, Marlowe had made his presence felt during his age and sought for himself an immovable place amongst the most superior writers of all English literary history, or it could be, as mentioned in the title of the article, because if Marlowe had continued, Shakespeare wouldn’t probably be as greatly acclaimed as he is today. Born to a shoemaker named John Marlowe in Canterbury, Kent. He was baptized on February 26, 1564. Besides he is two months older than Shakespeare who was baptized in the April of the same year. Prior to his joining the King’s School, Ca

Freedom by Walter Crane via  https://www.artrenewal.org/artworks/freedom/walter-crane/39206 Freedom … What strikes one’s mind, when one hears this word. Like all other words, each may have its own definition of it. To most people of previously colonized countries it may mean the autonomy of their own government by their own people, to school children it may mean the freedom to not do their homework and to adults it may mean the freedom to not worry about their bank accounts. In the semantic sense, freedom is the quality or state of being free, the lack of constraint in choice, thought, and action. We do in fact have a lot more freedom than we realize. We have the freedom to choose what we eat (if you have money), what we wear (again if you have money), and where we live. Ok… Most of the things which we have the freedom to do seem to be dependent on money. However, stoicism would beg to differ. Stoicism would say, although you have no control over most things that happen around you, you