Avinash grew up listening stories of fairies, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Mermaids and beautiful princess. He always wished in the mind of his minds that one day he will marry a princess. His fantasies grew as much as he. Avinash anticipated so much that reality never satisfied him. He started living in the wonderland of Alice where rabbits can talk, flowers can share their stories, where mermaids came to beseech him. The reality full of artificiality never attracted him. He started searching for the 'chirag of Alladin', instead he got name tags- "psycho", "daydreamer", "escapist", and so on. His imagination overpowered him so much that he never wanted to face the reality of mad people who called him mad. He doesn't end in the way we thought of by meeting the Princess of his dreams. He was thrashed by the subtle truth and couldn't endure to accept the reality. Locked himself in a cabin near the sea... waiting for the never coming princess, who emerged, every night in his dreams and assured him that she would come some day...some time...may be in another life...

Radha, a girl of 13 years. She is daughter of a farmer who yields his field whole day. He never went to school so he wanted his children to educate as much as he can. Radha has a younger brother Ratan. They both go to school that is five kilometres from their home. She is one of the brightest students of her class. She is a girl of dynamic power, can read whole day, paints in her copy, not "drawing copy", her father cannot afford that expensive copy. She has a dream to colour the canvas, to make the world go gaga with her paintings. Alas! Her dream didn't last long. She is a girl, she has to face the cruelty of growing up, the process to become a woman. She is now facing all the "hormonal locha", we call it 'puberty', in our decent language. It's a natural process through which we all pass, right? Hormonal imbalance is like passing through volcanic eruption. Oh!, I was telling you a story about Radha, so I should come to the point. Radha is facing her 'menstruation'. She has to skip school for some days regularly so that she could save her family's dignity. She has to sleep on the floor, eat in discarded utensils, couldn't touch pickels (her touch can rot it). It's her punishment that nature has given her. And the society has added thousands of myths that made her hate herself. She always wished and pray to God ,"please take my blood away". Her parents cannot afford sanitary napkins. She asked her mother one day-"can you buy me pads?" Her mother genuinely replied, "khana to muskil se kha pate hain, tere liye kapda kahan se laaun". (we get food with so much of difficulty, how can I buy you clothes). Radha's mother had never seen pads, so for her it always remained clothes. Her life became pathetic and she dropped out from her school. Her dreams shattered.
Every year thousands of poor girls drop out from school just because they cannot afford sanitary napkins. It's a genuine issue not a taboo. One should talk about it. There's a hope that one day it will become a normal case like we treat- fever, cough and cold. Wish that every girl could achieve her dreams and every boy will support them whether father, brother, friend or husband. 

Boredom is at its peak. No one is satisfied. Everyone is feeling insecure, distressed, bored, uneasy,etc. If one is at home , one feels like working and travelling. One who is roaming around wants to get settled. The one who is comfortably settled wants to be displaced. The one who is working wants a day off. The one who takes off repents his decision. People keep on planning to cope up with the feeling of boredom. We have so many options of entertainment. We can simply open YouTube channel, scroll down the notifications of -whstsapp, Facebook, Instagram,Twitter, etc. Even if one opens up these things, still feels bore after sometime. This boredom is a state of mind and it is the brutal truth of our existence. To get rid of boredom one tries every evil one can. Boredom results in suffering, pain, anxiety, depression, humiliation and all the negative elements of life. Don't react rather communicate. Don't hear, try to listen. We have life, not in social cites but with the people whom we love . Let's be satisfied, happy and secure. 

Sale! Sale! Sale! The biggest one that you have ever seen. Come and grab whatever you can. Brain on sale, Body on sale, goods on sale, Railway is on sale, even people are on sale. The things that are going in debt are on sale guys. See, selling has become the only motto. You see higher education is becoming tougher day by day. Less seats, less people can appear and get in. It is because there's a trap. The more qualified you become, the more question you ask, so there is less chance of exploitation. The less you know, the less you ask, the better chance to exploit more and more. There's a whole lot of propaganda behind this selling. As we all know-" Change is the most permanent thing ", so it's time to change. Change to change permanent thing into temporary ones. No fixed life, no job, no salary. Everything is on contract. Hope this selling offer of the whole country will come to an end soon. 

History, it's not the absolute. It keeps on changing. Power changes so does history. History has been manufactured and still it is in the process ... History that is dead and gone has no use. Oh sorry! It has actually, in qualifying civil services. People mug up the whole civilisation's history, get good positions, write good speeches for authoritative spineless, brainless creatures, frame policies,etc etc. History has never been lucid, unbiased from one's narration. Today will become a history tomorrow but in a different version in a better outlook. So, what kind of history we have to create and craft? Don't look back for a glorious one. It has never been. History;a handmade body of belief. Create it, make it, renovate it!! History has made pauper a Prince. History repeats itself. Today's reign tells us about the dictatorial government that is kind of one man army, who takes the whole decision. Here comes the good days!! That will be written in golden letters for the readers of future to proclaim their past Glorious. 

"The Pen is mightier than the Sword", an old one, right? It has the relevance even now. Sword has killed people brutally, even pen can choke one's voice. Throughout the history sword has exerted enormous authority on humankind. It has enslaved everyone. It can be illustrated with the examples of - Napoleon, Alexander the great, Hitler, etc. Their terror have seized the heart and mind of people. Even pen's voice was stumbling then. Still people proclaim pen is mightier. The dichotomy is that sword's power has always kept pen's sovereignty underneath, nevertheless, time and again people have tried to put on their views but, in a silent manner. Sword's power has always dazzled out the fleeting glory of 'mightier' pen. There isn't any literal sword today but yes the metaphorical one will always exist and it will decide the beats and the rhythms on which pen will Dance forever and ever!! 

Our foster mother "Earth"

What if one day we get up from our sleep and see that our "mother earth" is no more our mother. We witness that she is behaving with us the way we did for so long. No more rains but tars and oil are falling on us. Garbage is being thrown at us. People are being cut down to make artifacts, decorative items, to showcase in museums as extinct species. How beautiful the earth would look without humankind! The way we are consuming the natural resources will deplete everything soon. Our foster mother can become furious and certainly show us the severest behavior. Start pondering, what would be the fate of humanity if our mother starts plundering us? Earth has given us Hermione's bag so that we can make ourselves habitable then why we are trying to open Pandora's Box? Do we behave with our mothers with the same attitude? Think before Pandora opens her box. Once Adam and Eve were abandoned by the God for eating the forbidden apple. We too, are doing all the forbidden things and should be ready for the fate which would be an eternal punishment like Prometheus. We are tearing and torning apart the green clothes of her, and in resistance, she is letting us breathe the poisonous air.

I read about Newton's first law while I was in school, every action has an equal and opposite reaction', but can literally feel it now. The whole world is engrossed in hatred, atrocities and committing crimes. And in the answer to it, our mother is furiously erupting lava, shaking the imbalances and burying them alive in her lap. What if one day in an enormous rage she thinks to engulf everything present and what if she turns the world upside down? There are many ifs and buts, but no answer! There was one Adam and one Eve, now we have countless numbers of Adams and Eves. There isn't one Pandora's Box, but rather we have boxes and all have been opened up. So, it's difficult to shut the box. Either we should move towards preserving our mother earth or we should tie our belts and get ready for the turbulence. Before our mother loses her patience and infuriates, we should take the oath that we'll not pollute, plunder and pluck the bounties of our Mother. She is the preserver and destroyer too, let's witness the peaceful, calm and composed side of the motherhood not the enraged, envious and monstrous one.