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Dietician 17-Mar-2019 20:27

The saraswati food, the temples and the literature

Shreya 28-Jan-2019 11:12

The fact that there's no creator god, only teachers to idolize to. Non-violence. Business//money-saving skills!

Neeti Patel 27-Jan-2019 21:31

The spirit of living life as a celebration, business foresight and bargaining skills😂

Kalamwali 26-Jan-2019 18:41

Gujju food, Gujju Business sense, Garba Dandiya
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  • I AM
    abeer athar | 17-Mar-2019
    I AM! I am more than what you seeI am what I choose to beI am what words fail to describe I am what a mirror cannot reflectI more than what you neglect I am someone your definitions can't defineI am all those unexplored galaxies What I need is not in you but in me, within meI cannot be like anyone I don't even want to be Because I am, meI am my victories and my losses I am my strengths and my weaknesses I am my pains and my gains And still a lot remainsI am the most defined, yet! Undefined I am the most explored, yet! unexploredI am more than the color of my skinI am more than my likes and dislikes I am what any lens cannot capture so fine Coz it cannot see what lies in this potential of mineI am my brain, I am my heart, I am my soul I am humble like the summer breeze, I am audacious like any black holeI cannot do everything But I can do something I cannot be like anyone But I can be what I was meant to be, the only one You think you know me ?Sometimes I don't even know myself What paths I can take, which cei
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  • Dietician | 17-Mar-2019
    Food is not Good or Bad , It is you who  makes  it Healthy or Crap ;-)
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  • Age is not a barrier!
    Jyoti | 15-Mar-2019
    It has been said that there is no age limit to learn anything. Before a few years, I enrolled myself in a music class for piano lessons. I started learning classical music and harmonium very early and continued till my primary school but afterwards I couldn't continue due to studies. Then I got busy with high school, college, job and life! So after a gap of almost 25 years, I once again started to learn. Initially it felt a bit awkward to sit between school going kids but the awkwardness disappeared after a few lessons. I could recall many things which I had learned a long way back. Music has this calming effect on me. The moment I used to enter the class, all my worries and tensions used to fly out. I used to forget everything for an hour thrice a week. The concentration required to play some beautiful piano pieces ensures that no other thought enters the mind! I enjoyed this phase for 2 years after which I couldn't continue it further. There are problems in everybody's life but these get forgotten atleas
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 14-Mar-2019
    He was an insomniac.She was a sleepy head.He smiled, watching her while she slept.She smiled back, dreaming about him.
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  • abeer athar | 12-Mar-2019
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    To those loving nights With the fairy lights Magic is all that is inhaledIn this temple of emotions Resides a heart of knight Four a:m in the morning the clock strikes That was when that love arrives Not familiar with the face you always dreamt still beautiful but hard to recognise Messy hair, nerdy face, pointed eyes Dipped in sarcasm, fine like the red wine And yes it arrives and nothingness leaves finally.. And again it's all smiles, all smiles..And yes it arrives from places far away miles and miles.. And now this love reached the middle With the loudest bumping heartbeats but that silent phone Matching habits, colors and tastes like you found your clone And suddenly love made you daring to chat under the blanket..Connection so strong like the opposite poles of magnet And that first contact that takes place under the section called archived That person that doesn't feels like a person anymore but a home.. Like a bee to its beehive..And the darkest secrets start getting leaked And so the love reached its p
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  • abeer athar | 12-Mar-2019
    And yes I am tenderMy tenderness is not like that of human flesh that you stab and blood comes out slipping over my body, dragging this soul to it's endMy tenderness is like that of an oyster that you stab and pearls will come dancing over the edges of my body...And yes I am tender I am tender like a breath My tenderness is not like any other breath that you take for granted My tenderness is like that of your last few breaths where every inhale and exhale counts..And yes I am tender I am tender like the impalpable flames of fire My tenderness is not like that of those flames that give you warmth and you blow them away, once you fulfill your purpose But like the flames that will give you warmth but if you try to blow me away my sparks will drag you in this dazzling fire until every part of you doesn't get baptized in me....And yes I am tender And don't you confuse my tenderness for my weakness....It is my strength and has always been ...  
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  • BLINDS OF YOUR WORLD
    abeer athar | 12-Mar-2019
    And the heaven is left in the seaAnd the sea drizzles the rain from the heavenAnd darkness surrounds your eyesBut those hands devour the touches Like a lioness just took the untrodden ways to her luscious prey to pacify her hunger Touches so meek and gentle like that of the last few leaves solacing the branches in autumn When it freezes, when it thaws You tell the nuances in the seasons by the grasping skills of smelling ,so sharp, sharper than some predator's clawAnd these fishes fly in the sullen silences of your brain And the sun might ascends , below your feet, below the laneAnd the moon might adorns the freezed hues of purple hayAnd you might rebuke ,the fact of its actual grey And these dews carry the ocean within them, curledAnd below them these grasses might be the mountains of emerald You think, you predict, you implement the signs of auguries of endings and beginnings You live in this predicament, with your spirits, swinging You were not given this world, you constructed it ..You illuminated it, wit
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 11-Mar-2019
    The greys in his hair stood for his experience.The wrinkles on her face reflected her mature grace.They wondered where years seeped through them.In their entwined hands however, lay love.blissfully unaware.forever young.
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  • The Laburnum and the Gulmohar Tree
    Asmita Javdekar | 10-Mar-2019
    The Laburnum and the Gulmohar Tree grew next to each other.One lucky day, they both dropped a seed each into the warm, moist soil below.A plant began to sprout.In a few years, it bore its first few flowers.One beaming yellow, one crimson orange.Soon, the bright sisters became the pride and joy of their family.Time rolled by and they chose their own path to travel on.When they fell in love and started their own families.The little flowers blossoming from them, bore semblance but they now grew on separate trees. They were called cousins.Over years of pollination and germination, cousins turned from second to third to Unknown.Yet, one day in the early months of Summer, two trees,One Laburnum growing along the bustling main road of Pune.And,One Gulmohar, now called Royal Poinciana, growing in a quiet suburb of Brisbane, blossomed.Never before had anyone seen, clusters of Beaming yellow and Crimson orange flowers swaying in unison.Wise, old Nature had wisdom to share.The core strength of a rela
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  • Embrace Yourself
    sanchita | 07-Mar-2019
    EMBRACE YOURSELF! What lies behind us, And what lies before us are tiny matters compared to What lies within us -Ralph Waldo Emerson Images on magazine covers, social media, on television and serials send a message that to be celebrated as a woman in today’s world, you must fit into a narrow window of what society thinks or considers attractive. Be it using the sauna belts to suck in the stomach, or those cheap fairness creams,where having a fair complexion is considered as beautiful. Everyday millions of woman across the world feel the pressure to look flawless. This in no way is related to being fit.  In the honour of International Women’s day today, let us pledge to invest in our health .Let it be a journey towards wellbeing .Let it be a lifelong commitment. Some great ways to do this is letting them know that they are worth far more than the physical appearance, and that taking care of your health isn’t just about looking good but is also about being self-loving and accepting
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  • Asmita Javdekar | 05-Mar-2019
    New Beginnings in Mid LifeWe all became friends by fluke.While I was doing my masters in the US, on my first trip back home, I had inadvertently picked up a Black and Tan Samsonite bag from the luggage belt at the Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport.I never bother checking the name on baggage tag and in my defence that bag looked like mine.Unfortunately, only on opening it, did the goof up dawn on me.On reaching for my phone, I bumped into twelve missed calls from an unknown number.When I returned the call, a frantic female voice squeaked in.“You have my Samsonite travel case. I mean, I really hope you have it.Do you have it?”I was cheap enough to say, “Sorry, wrong number” in an earnest voice and cracked up, sensing the nervous wreck on the other side.That was my first brush with my steadfast, crazy girl friend Manali or Man for all of us.Man was a tall, strong girl with an aquiline nose, bunny rabbit incisors and a stylish pixie cut.When she arrived home to exchange the luggage
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  • The Empty seat and The Broken tooth
    Diyaa | 04-Mar-2019
    I am a ‘stay at home’ mother, according to the new mommy era. I am no more a simple housewife, that I earlier used to be. But my life still revolves around my boys as my mothers did around us. The usual house errands and chores have kept me so occupied and glued that I didn’t want to look for any other profession to satisfy me. Of course, I kept a few of my hobbies alive or vice verse. But ever since my little one was born it’s been a roller coaster ride for me. I haven’t really got any time to spend alone. While he’s off to preschool there’s always other things at home that need my quick attention. Let alone being by myself for a single whole day. I see them play together and fight like cats and dogs, yell and shout at each other. My Sundays are dedicated to their likings, my tv time is no more mine, I have gotten used to watching Peppa pig and Harry Potter with them. My meal hours are usually spent feeding three people simultaneously including myself. No matter h
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