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Sunday, August 20, 2017

Little Somebody than Evil Nobody

Nothing is readily preconditioned, what comes on the way  is the best solution we can handle and meant to move forward. That's why we choose to be rather a little somebody than to be evil nobody.
The voice of every pain to all the ears won't be heard. yet,  we define that is no other than the worst pain that defines us.

Most people die  thousand times before the death. We define ourselves as a person with unique character,who tries to be alive in our true passion of time; trying to
matter everything in a great way for every little thought and action.

The journey with unending tales of past might not be valuable but, it is no doubt a precious memory that never encounter at the present.It define the tensed moments that we never get again. Little awhile, an utmost direction towards the way of our life looks like a mistaken identity. Dam sure! its no other than the piece of ourselves among those nasty folks to define those shattering flash back of days.

Remember! Our mind is a dangerous weapon. We live in a world where nothing is permanent. Yet,the human mind with consistent desires; we live in such a world where every thing is just a matter of time.

No matter what; sometimes luck forced to live by matter of choice because everyone has a chance but,with limited choice!

"Being Little Somebody is always better than Evil Nobody".

A Little Thing To Say...

        

                     The melody of birds up on the meadow,

               The diming barks of puppies near the door;

The pupil's low high pitched-voice
And soothing tone of metallic bell
Narrated me the story of past;
 Reminded me of adulthood
 Filled the heart with greatest thrill.



A tiny school with giant brains,
An innocent child with an innovative thought; 
A foggy place with moderate humidity 
Is how the school known to be the best.
Teachers teaching & learners learning,
Aimed to be the best is what we can be too.

The hope to withstand the worststory, 
To tackle the toughs
And to handle the hurdles in life;
Is what we learn through thorough practice.







THANK YOU, MOTHER

Million words to acknowledge, But from which edge? To print with inks, It would take more than my existence. Today with my hands folded, Jus...