Giving Wings To Dreams

Someone has rightly said that time flies with a blink of an eye. My elder born cleared IELTS with 8 bands and headed for a new destination, a new world where he was supposed to be both ship and anchor himself. He was going to hold reins of his life all by himself for the first time.His journey in itself is full of many surprises , shocks and obstacles or hurdles which l will take up later on. Today, l intend to talk about my cute younger child ; the young energetic teenager,  princess of our home my daughter. My daughter, who is in true sense spirit and essence of our home, would make every festival year on year enjoyable with her inexhaustible energy. She,   having hardly one and half years' difference from my eldest born, also passed her twelfth grade from humanities with ninety one percent marks. Since she was born, it was my dream that either she should get higher education from the Punjab University, Chandigarh or Saint Beads College,  Shimla. I wished her to do...

Demons of darkness traverse freely on the dark alleys of life , Fiends of depression also stealthily stroll fearlessly on those dark alleys of life, To drop and drown the inept spirits, To gulp and swallow the vitals of the weak and waning souls. But all isn't lost since in the distant there is the holy moon, To brighten and to bless, To lighten and to lead the battered souls, through the dark alleys of the life. Alas! No one can sense the pain that is borne by the solitary moon night after night, While it holds with delicate invisible flimsy fingers the perturbed souls and makes them greet the bright sunny days.  And  sulks back till the next night to be the hidden aid again, The process of illuminating the dark alleys of the life adds new scars on the bright smooth surface of the moon.  The Moon is of course, oblivious to the fact that if night has clouds or there is an eclipse, The soul gets shattered and prays for its dearest moon  And tries to spy through the ve...