Shubham Tells:

  The sun was low and the moon was trying to take its place, meanwhile someone pinged me, " How are you? ". I was about to come with impulsive reply that we all have I’m good. I'm doing well. I’m absolutely fine, you say. Doing fine, what about you? Alright..!! But this time I was not in the mood of procrastinating. I went through the self introspection and self judgment at the same time and I was blank. An often asked and answered question by acquaintance and mates was putting me in trouble this time. I don’t know whether the condition should be decided from the external factors and circumstances or should come from the inner me that how I’m facing it. Probably that took around 18–20 mins for me to completely digest the words, I was going to put there. Is this the depth  of petty question? And if we notice, most of the time we really don’t mean it and answer inattentively. This scenario made me to think that things need to be changed. We should not skip this wa...

  It would not be fair enough to call Allahabad just another city. This is a name that has lived itself out of being called just a city. Only by setting foot in Allahabad people achieves glory which they can’t even imagine. And who comes here with hope never leaves empty handed. Sometimes we talk about the city and sometimes we talk about soil. If we had to discuss something about the city then it would have been wrapped up easily but here it’s related to soil. The roots of this soil are embedded to the time when maa Lakshmi was emerging from "Samudra Manthan" and the few drops of 'Amrit' were spread down at four different locations of Bharat, One was Allahabad. Allahabad, which originated from Puranas, continued to develop over time and made its identity in the country as well as abroad. Due to the water of sacred Ganges and the fertile soil, the number of people kept increasing day by day. India being a secular country and holding 94% of the World hindu population ,...

  When I managed to get space from hectic schedule of life and put myself infront of him, I realised how badly he was desperate to talk to me. There was no end point of his chain of conversations. Strange thing was that all his conversation was filled of my things, topics over which I wanted a discussion, circumstances I was dealing with and the results which I was following. He'd all those answers I was seeking and for what I was suffering blindly. He was seeming like full stop of my all worries. I was surrounded by people with whom I can discuss and disclose myself fully and sometimes upto certain limitations, but there was no one for him, all he was seeking me everywhere everytime. While making and proving relations with new people, I forgot the relation which we had. He always try to ping me, wants to convey something and elaborate the things for me but while trying to impress others, I always ignored him. As a part of revenge he always wrap up my satisfaction factor and then I...