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Uff, these cockroaches! CHAPTER 1 Sometimes, childhood is least concerned about the happenings around us, whereas the innocent mind is always busy calculating the divisions and additions of friendship. Could ignorance have a cost? Returning from school, I used to get off at the Nallalam Bazar bus stop in Kozhikode (Kerala) and walk nearly a kilometer to my house, which was an apartment on the ground floor of the Telecom Staff quarters. With my hands either in my pockets or holding the straps of my school bag (which rests over my shoulder), I used to walk towards my house. Occasionally, I would kick a stone or an empty can to make my way home while my mind replayed the events from earlier in the school. As I arrived home, I would glance at all the cans or stones lying beneath the veranda. Some of them would be missing. The workers who clean the area might have removed most of the cans. After getting refreshed, I used to take a little nap before my evening studies. I preferred to on the floor, leaving the cot aside. It cools me. We had a volleyball match that day at school, and I was engrossed in it. Just then, I felt something flying over me. Since my mind was flying along with the volleyball, I ignored it. But before I could close my eyes, I felt something flying around me again. Ouch, it was a cockroach. SWAT! That was the end of it, and I relocated it to its designated spot—the waste bin. To be continued... ©Krishnan #Childhood #ignorance #Cockroaches #innocence #reallifestory #reallife

Uff, these cockroaches! CHAPTER 1 Sometimes, childhood is least concerned about the happenings around us, whereas the innocent mind is always busy calculating the divisions and additions of friendship. Could ignorance have a cost? Returning from school, I used to get off at the Nallalam Bazar bus stop in Kozhikode (Kerala) and walk nearly a kilometer to my house, which was an apartment on the ground floor of the Telecom Staff quarters. With my hands either in my pockets or holding the straps of my school bag (which rests over my shoulder), I used to walk towards my house. Occasionally, I would kick a stone or an empty can to make my way home while my mind replayed the events from earlier in the school. As I arrived home, I would glance at all the cans or stones lying beneath the veranda. Some of them would be missing. The workers who clean the area might have removed most of the cans. After getting refreshed, I used to take a little nap before my evening studies. I preferred to on the floor, leaving the cot aside. It cools me. We had a volleyball match that day at school, and I was engrossed in it. Just then, I felt something flying over me. Since my mind was flying along with the volleyball, I ignored it. But before I could close my eyes, I felt something flying around me again. Ouch, it was a cockroach. SWAT! That was the end of it, and I relocated it to its designated spot—the waste bin. To be continued... ©Krishnan #Childhood #ignorance #Cockroaches #innocence #reallifestory #reallife

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कुछ इस तरह से सौदा किया वक्त ने मुझसे... तजुर्बे देकर वो मेरी सारी मासुमियत ले गया... ©baba pujari #innocence #babapujari #safar_e_tanhai

कुछ इस तरह से सौदा किया वक्त ने मुझसे... तजुर्बे देकर वो मेरी सारी मासुमियत ले गया... ©baba pujari #innocence #babapujari #safar_e_tanhai

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تیری چہرے کی جھریوں کا جو حُسن ہے وہ کمال ہے تیرے بالوں کی سفیدی کا جو جلال ہے وُہ کمال ہے تیرے ٹوٹے دانتوں سے جو ہوتے ہیں الفاظ ادا اُن توتلی باتوں کی جو مٹھاس ہے وہ کمال ہے ©م ح س ن Love has no age

تیری چہرے کی جھریوں کا جو حُسن ہے وہ کمال ہے تیرے بالوں کی سفیدی کا جو جلال ہے وُہ کمال ہے تیرے ٹوٹے دانتوں سے جو ہوتے ہیں الفاظ ادا اُن توتلی باتوں کی جو مٹھاس ہے وہ کمال ہے ©م ح س ن Love has no age

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It was a beautiful evening. The waves danced to the tune of gentle breeze that was blowing around the beach. I got my legs wet playing with the waves and decided to rest for a while, looking towards the crimson-red sunset on the horizon. A girl, around 5 or 6 years old, was building a castle in the sand and a tunnel to access the castle.She had done with the castle but was unable to complete the tunnel; the sand was crumbling down. I saw her trying at least ten times. Sometimes, she sat thinking with her chin resting on her fist, but she never gave up. Often, she looked at me and smiled. It seems the sun slowed down the sunset and waited for her to complete. Walking into the waves, she collected water in her little hands and poured it to tighten the sand. She repeated it a number of times. At last, the tunnel was done. Her smile on the little face was the moment of the day.I still remember her innocent, cute smile of success. The sun continued its way into the horizon, and before walking away, I approached her and clapped my hands. She didn't say a word but proudly looked at her work before gifting me with a smile! ©Krishnan #Life #innocentchild #innocence #Smile

It was a beautiful evening. The waves danced to the tune of gentle breeze that was blowing around the beach. I got my legs wet playing with the waves and decided to rest for a while, looking towards the crimson-red sunset on the horizon. A girl, around 5 or 6 years old, was building a castle in the sand and a tunnel to access the castle.She had done with the castle but was unable to complete the tunnel; the sand was crumbling down. I saw her trying at least ten times. Sometimes, she sat thinking with her chin resting on her fist, but she never gave up. Often, she looked at me and smiled. It seems the sun slowed down the sunset and waited for her to complete. Walking into the waves, she collected water in her little hands and poured it to tighten the sand. She repeated it a number of times. At last, the tunnel was done. Her smile on the little face was the moment of the day.I still remember her innocent, cute smile of success. The sun continued its way into the horizon, and before walking away, I approached her and clapped my hands. She didn't say a word but proudly looked at her work before gifting me with a smile! ©Krishnan #Life #innocentchild #innocence #Smile

Arunabh Bordoloi

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White "Echoes of Narration: The Battle for Truth in the Information Age" Has the world Too dark and murky become Earpiece of people Media the independent Voice of public Became has the tool of Outside some intruder foreign Influence and pressure under Has become a war of narration. Twisted and turning Fought has it been For since centuries Deep is the state Influencers and agents In the mainstream Behalf of whom Has the big game Played in your state Win who will Of this game of Information and Narration.. Will time only Answer who will War game of narration ©Arunabh Bordoloi "Echoes of Narration: The Battle for Truth in the Information Age" #Poet #poetic #expression #express #Narration #Narrative #state #Stateme

White "Echoes of Narration: The Battle for Truth in the Information Age" Has the world Too dark and murky become Earpiece of people Media the independent Voice of public Became has the tool of Outside some intruder foreign Influence and pressure under Has become a war of narration. Twisted and turning Fought has it been For since centuries Deep is the state Influencers and agents In the mainstream Behalf of whom Has the big game Played in your state Win who will Of this game of Information and Narration.. Will time only Answer who will War game of narration ©Arunabh Bordoloi "Echoes of Narration: The Battle for Truth in the Information Age" #Poet #poetic #expression #express #Narration #Narrative #state #Stateme