On First Looking into Chapman's Homer is a very famous sonnet written by the celebrated romantic poet John Keats. It was composed in October 1816 by the poet and the inspiration for the poem came to Keats when he studied…
"पथ पर चलते चलते ही वह राह बन गया, तिल-तिल कर जलते जलते ही दाह बन गया, वह कैसा था भक्त स्वयं भगवान बन गया कुम्भकार की कीर्ति बन निर्माण बन गया!" जब भी अटल जी पुरुषार्थ से…
Uske Hisse Ka Pyar is the debut book by Ashish Dalal - an author from Gujarat who is interested in producing meaningful short stories and occasional poetry. He has been writing for many years for the Hindi newspapers and magazines…
Sunshine the winter sky blue and wide blue wind rushes sweeping the lousy leaves fallen off trees and my memories too. Life - loss and gain pleasure and pain draught and rain and every summer is followed by this winter,…
Terrorism has no religion or if there is at all any religion involved in it, as the popular belief goes, that is a purely misguided form of Islam. In the name of Jihad, youths are rallied to enter into the…
Modern authors are writing the stories which are surely focused on the modern day youth but they seldom do them justice. They only pick the emotional aspects of love and attraction and bully the desires of youths with their spicy…
आजाद मैं हूँ स्वतंत्र तुम भी हो किसी परिणाम, किसी कल से कोई अनुराग, कोई भय भी नहीं। पर कुछ तो है कहीं विचारों, भावनाओं के किसी कोने में सही जो जोड़ती है मुझे तुम से और तुम्हें मुझ…
I have been indulged in serious reading of fiction for more than 10 years now and these ten years have brought experience to me. At the least, I have learnt the art of ramification and I can understand which is…
"The heat wave of demonetisation would be recorded in the history of India as a time when the nation did not collapse due to the sunstroke." ~ Phidalia Toi, The Afternoon I have read the previous two books of…
Stranger, why does your shadow linger day and night and reminds me of the super-subconscious desire? Do I know you? Don't I really know you? Stranger, why does your silhouette appear even in the shadowy evenings when eyes seldom differentiate…
