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Ravi was always passionate about painting, but his parents had different plans. Their dreams for him centered on becoming an engineer, driven by a belief that it was the only path to success. As Ravi’s exams approached, the pressure mounted, leaving him stressed and disheartened. His parents, though well-meaning, saw only the practical side of life, oblivious to his artistic aspirations. On the day of his results, Ravi’s heart was heavy. Despite scoring well, his dreams seemed distant. The weight of their expectations felt suffocating, and he struggled to find a balance between honoring their wishes and pursuing his passion. ©twisha ray World literacy day #trnojo149 #thought

Ravi was always passionate about painting, but his parents had different plans. Their dreams for him centered on becoming an engineer, driven by a belief that it was the only path to success. As Ravi’s exams approached, the pressure mounted, leaving him stressed and disheartened. His parents, though well-meaning, saw only the practical side of life, oblivious to his artistic aspirations. On the day of his results, Ravi’s heart was heavy. Despite scoring well, his dreams seemed distant. The weight of their expectations felt suffocating, and he struggled to find a balance between honoring their wishes and pursuing his passion. ©twisha ray World literacy day #trnojo149 #thought

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty

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White A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that has gone into my making? How can I forget I am brought up on the taxpayer's contribution And the resources of the country? How can I forget The system that groomed me and Stood by me at the time of my need? How can I forget The air, water and sunlight That nourished me? How can I forget The summer shower, smell of the moist earth That drenched me? How can I forget The love, commitment and dedication of others That kept me alive? How can I forget The language of empathy and reciprocation That taught me the lessons of life? How can I forget My parents, siblings, friends and teachers For whom I am what I am? How can I forget My employer, boss and colleagues With whom I have spent quality time of life? How can I forget My love, kids and family Who have made my life sheer poetry? How can I forget The environment and ecosystem That sustained my existence? How can I forget my country, My mother who has given me an identity And purpose to live? Is it not my duty To listen to her voice When she calls me and cries in silence? If it is not the time to reciprocate When they need me to Then when? after everything is over. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #wallpaper A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that h

White A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that has gone into my making? How can I forget I am brought up on the taxpayer's contribution And the resources of the country? How can I forget The system that groomed me and Stood by me at the time of my need? How can I forget The air, water and sunlight That nourished me? How can I forget The summer shower, smell of the moist earth That drenched me? How can I forget The love, commitment and dedication of others That kept me alive? How can I forget The language of empathy and reciprocation That taught me the lessons of life? How can I forget My parents, siblings, friends and teachers For whom I am what I am? How can I forget My employer, boss and colleagues With whom I have spent quality time of life? How can I forget My love, kids and family Who have made my life sheer poetry? How can I forget The environment and ecosystem That sustained my existence? How can I forget my country, My mother who has given me an identity And purpose to live? Is it not my duty To listen to her voice When she calls me and cries in silence? If it is not the time to reciprocate When they need me to Then when? after everything is over. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #wallpaper A LOOK AT LIFE-125 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY HOW CAN I FORGET? How can I forget the sweat of the poorest of the poor that h