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I don't exactly remember the first book I read. But I remember a story which kept me intrigued till the end. It was an anthology of short stories which I found lying on my father's desk. It was half torned and had turned yellow with the passage of time. The first story which sparkled in my eye was the story called 'Dimiri Phula'. It was narrated in odia (my mother tongue) by a well known writer Akhila Mohan Pattanaik. It showed how the people are slave of time and how they appear as helpless victims in the hand of situations. This illustrates the situation of a helpless mother; how the death of her daughter was kept unknown to her. Ironically the mother in the story was happy as she was told that her daughter was pursuing research in an other state. She had sent a lot of gifts for her daughter, but less did she know that her daughter could never be able to receive that. I have been always moved by the poignacy held by this story. And now while remembering this story, the phrase which presently striking my mind is "man proposes and god disposes." And this made me believe that, human beings are the helpless victim in the hands of fate. And I met this story again as a chapter in my class IX textbook. Task: write about the first book I read. Nominated by Crazy Soch 💜 Snehu didu ❤️🌻 #skpendemic #nomineeday22 #yqbaba #pnppendemic #book

I don't exactly remember the first book I read. But I remember a story which kept me intrigued till the end. It was an anthology of short stories which I found lying on my father's desk. It was half torned and had turned yellow with the passage of time. The first story which sparkled in my eye was the story called 'Dimiri Phula'. It was narrated in odia (my mother tongue) by a well known writer Akhila Mohan Pattanaik. It showed how the people are slave of time and how they appear as helpless victims in the hand of situations. This illustrates the situation of a helpless mother; how the death of her daughter was kept unknown to her. Ironically the mother in the story was happy as she was told that her daughter was pursuing research in an other state. She had sent a lot of gifts for her daughter, but less did she know that her daughter could never be able to receive that. I have been always moved by the poignacy held by this story. And now while remembering this story, the phrase which presently striking my mind is "man proposes and god disposes." And this made me believe that, human beings are the helpless victim in the hands of fate. And I met this story again as a chapter in my class IX textbook. Task: write about the first book I read. Nominated by Crazy Soch 💜 Snehu didu ❤️🌻 #skpendemic #nomineeday22 #yqbaba #pnppendemic #book

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The scars of the night are the impeded delusion; you know the reality but you still cry for it. The scars of the night are the hosts of 'flashed light'; the scattered drops rise up with shine with the glint of courage from fear. The scars of the night dance in the storm to glow everyday. And the silence of dark resides in a day to hold the 'hope' for every night. Nominated by Persistent Girl ❤️🌻 #yqbaba #nomineeday22 #persiscribbles22 #scars #night #pnppendemic

The scars of the night are the impeded delusion; you know the reality but you still cry for it. The scars of the night are the hosts of 'flashed light'; the scattered drops rise up with shine with the glint of courage from fear. The scars of the night dance in the storm to glow everyday. And the silence of dark resides in a day to hold the 'hope' for every night. Nominated by Persistent Girl ❤️🌻 #yqbaba #nomineeday22 #persiscribbles22 #scars #night #pnppendemic

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•Of parenthood and sacrifices• They know the needs of a child and that's why by gulping down emotions, they show how the day shines. They know how the cloud bursts but never promises rain to their child; they know what's right and what's wrong but choices make them 'correct'. They hold the tears tight even in their weakest times, only to be the backbone of their child. However, if being a parent is difficult, then being someone's hope is not. And if sacrificing is difficult, then being someone's youniverse is not. Topic: Parenthood Nominated by Sumana MaSum 😍❤️ #pnppendemic #nomineeday22 #parenthood #pnpdaadid22 #yqbaba

•Of parenthood and sacrifices• They know the needs of a child and that's why by gulping down emotions, they show how the day shines. They know how the cloud bursts but never promises rain to their child; they know what's right and what's wrong but choices make them 'correct'. They hold the tears tight even in their weakest times, only to be the backbone of their child. However, if being a parent is difficult, then being someone's hope is not. And if sacrificing is difficult, then being someone's youniverse is not. Topic: Parenthood Nominated by Sumana MaSum 😍❤️ #pnppendemic #nomineeday22 #parenthood #pnpdaadid22 #yqbaba

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Painting reminds me of those glorious artists, who gracefully paints the life of others but forgets to add colour to their own. Task: to write a piece starting with 'painting reminds me.' Nominated by Sreya Das ❤️🍁 #nomineeday22 #yqbaba #painting #pnppendemic #paintingaquote

Painting reminds me of those glorious artists, who gracefully paints the life of others but forgets to add colour to their own. Task: to write a piece starting with 'painting reminds me.' Nominated by Sreya Das ❤️🍁 #nomineeday22 #yqbaba #painting #pnppendemic #paintingaquote