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Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and years, I have spent in meaningless pursuits in proving myself, in proving I am not at par but head and shoulder above others. I know not how many times I turned my back to truth and bliss. How many times I failed to understand love and it's beauty, someone's tears, sacrifices, hours of waiting and longing for me. I know hardly I lived my life for me. It was for those significant others whom I valued the most in seeking their appreciation and recognition who themselves achieved nothing, lived the whole of their lives in illusion in a pseudo world with pseudo greatness and pseudo satisfaction I lived a life in acquiring pelf and power, laurels and accolades adding to my inflated ego, proving before others I am unique and different and don't belong to the same species to which others belong My Lord! How far away I am from me, from my life and it's beauty? How futile is that life which is shaped and designed, not by how one is, but by how others view and assess it. I achieved nothing. What one achieves by running away from his own, family, friends and relations, by alienating from the inner being forgetting life and its purpose, playing all the while to the galleries? If life means running away from oneself, from truth and bliss. If life is an endeavour in pursuit of appreciation and recognition, in chasing a mirage which goes away farther and farther Forgive me! My Lord I don't need one more. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and yea

White A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and years, I have spent in meaningless pursuits in proving myself, in proving I am not at par but head and shoulder above others. I know not how many times I turned my back to truth and bliss. How many times I failed to understand love and it's beauty, someone's tears, sacrifices, hours of waiting and longing for me. I know hardly I lived my life for me. It was for those significant others whom I valued the most in seeking their appreciation and recognition who themselves achieved nothing, lived the whole of their lives in illusion in a pseudo world with pseudo greatness and pseudo satisfaction I lived a life in acquiring pelf and power, laurels and accolades adding to my inflated ego, proving before others I am unique and different and don't belong to the same species to which others belong My Lord! How far away I am from me, from my life and it's beauty? How futile is that life which is shaped and designed, not by how one is, but by how others view and assess it. I achieved nothing. What one achieves by running away from his own, family, friends and relations, by alienating from the inner being forgetting life and its purpose, playing all the while to the galleries? If life means running away from oneself, from truth and bliss. If life is an endeavour in pursuit of appreciation and recognition, in chasing a mirage which goes away farther and farther Forgive me! My Lord I don't need one more. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty© All Copyrights Reserved. ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #Sad_shayri A LOOK AT LIFE-58 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY MISTAKE OF A LIFE I know not how many minutes and hours, days, months and yea

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I still remember the rainy days at school in Mumbai, when the sound of raindrops on the tin roof was like a symphony of tabla beats. Our classroom would transform into a cozy adda, filled with the aroma of wet earth, freshly sharpened pencils, and the occasional whiff of chai wafting from the canteen. Our teacher, Mrs. Kumar, would grin mischievously and say, "Aaj, humein indoor masti karni hai!" (Today, we'll have indoor fun!) We'd huddle around her, listening to tales of Krishna's adventures, as the rain created a soothing background score outside. One rainy day, we had a surprise visitor - our school's peon, Kaka, with his iconic umbrella and a big smile. He brought a treasure trove of board games, and we spent the day playing carrom, ludo, and snakes & ladders, our laughter echoing off the walls. As the rain intensified, we'd dance to Bollywood tunes, our footsteps stomping out the rhythm on the wooden floor. The rainy days were a respite from the usual routine, a time to bond, and create memories that would last a lifetime. Even now, when I hear the rain, I'm transported back to those carefree days, surrounded by friends, and the warmth of our little classroom adda. The rainy days at school were truly special, a reminder of the joy that can be found in the simplest moments, and the magic of Indian childhood. ©twisha ray The Rainy Day Ruckus #baarish #trnojo61 #SchoolDays

I still remember the rainy days at school in Mumbai, when the sound of raindrops on the tin roof was like a symphony of tabla beats. Our classroom would transform into a cozy adda, filled with the aroma of wet earth, freshly sharpened pencils, and the occasional whiff of chai wafting from the canteen. Our teacher, Mrs. Kumar, would grin mischievously and say, "Aaj, humein indoor masti karni hai!" (Today, we'll have indoor fun!) We'd huddle around her, listening to tales of Krishna's adventures, as the rain created a soothing background score outside. One rainy day, we had a surprise visitor - our school's peon, Kaka, with his iconic umbrella and a big smile. He brought a treasure trove of board games, and we spent the day playing carrom, ludo, and snakes & ladders, our laughter echoing off the walls. As the rain intensified, we'd dance to Bollywood tunes, our footsteps stomping out the rhythm on the wooden floor. The rainy days were a respite from the usual routine, a time to bond, and create memories that would last a lifetime. Even now, when I hear the rain, I'm transported back to those carefree days, surrounded by friends, and the warmth of our little classroom adda. The rainy days at school were truly special, a reminder of the joy that can be found in the simplest moments, and the magic of Indian childhood. ©twisha ray The Rainy Day Ruckus #baarish #trnojo61 #SchoolDays

Vikas Sahni

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#A_Waterfall_Weather I was feeling fine while watering weather of September. In rainy at that night mine mood was a musical member. Who was waking after turning off the light Outside of home in yard Merely Matiala's world was waking at the night. The world was getting dark as far from living location there was a spark, far from past place there was different dark. yet nice to did hark but suddenly splashing sounds stopped, by which words knew that rainy stopped Despite gradually going and blowing breeze was flowing freeze to my beating brain. After terminating train One of my mate gets irritate and after looking at love he goes out of gate. Therefore I request an opposed man to stop making a negative plan. since story what I have to tell, will appear after writing well I was pondering properly that again splashing season sounded my silent song this reason rounded. But he irritated But he hated so stopped rain again like parted, which was my main. ...by Vikas Sahni ©Vikas Sahni #A_Waterfall_Weather I was feeling fine while watering weather of September. In rainy at that night mine mood was a musical member. Who was

#A_Waterfall_Weather I was feeling fine while watering weather of September. In rainy at that night mine mood was a musical member. Who was waking after turning off the light Outside of home in yard Merely Matiala's world was waking at the night. The world was getting dark as far from living location there was a spark, far from past place there was different dark. yet nice to did hark but suddenly splashing sounds stopped, by which words knew that rainy stopped Despite gradually going and blowing breeze was flowing freeze to my beating brain. After terminating train One of my mate gets irritate and after looking at love he goes out of gate. Therefore I request an opposed man to stop making a negative plan. since story what I have to tell, will appear after writing well I was pondering properly that again splashing season sounded my silent song this reason rounded. But he irritated But he hated so stopped rain again like parted, which was my main. ...by Vikas Sahni ©Vikas Sahni #A_Waterfall_Weather I was feeling fine while watering weather of September. In rainy at that night mine mood was a musical member. Who was