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Festivities that reflect culture

I would surely be bored to death had there been no festivals or events that reflected culture and the existence of humanity of earth. As the temple bell chimes in the distance, the flag denoting the start of the festival go sky-high, every man around waits to be drenched in the beautiful afterglow of it. Yes, there is soul and substance in it all. Whether they are mosques, or temples or churches, there are prayers on our lips and elation in our hearts. Everyone lives in harmony. There is no other place than our own mother country where each festival devotes its existence to God.

Festivals in India play an important role in forgetting the pain and sorrow that life sometimes presents to us. It makes us rejoice and find solace from a year full of recklessness and efforts of survival.

Elegy for a man delayed justice

It only seems yesterday that this young man was portrayed as one of the most promising designers in the world. Having designed clothes even for Paris Hilton, Anand John was the symbol of a passionate, talented young man who could have reached heights. But when he did, he was taken to the summits of crime and accusations. And then he was pushed into the terrible void of court and law and made the past few years of his life a terrible and seemingly unending torture.

Yes, he is lonely inside his cell in some prison in the USA. But he is not alone. Outside, he has supporters, people fighting day in and day out to get him out, to show the world that innocence requires more justice than anything else.

The events have been dramatic. Anand was accused of the rape of several women, and the law gave him a sentence of 58 years, enough to make sure that his career did not have any kind of way to come back up.

Lost and never found

We do not know about lands that exists only where they do. They are tucked away, sometimes deep inside alleyways and run down streets. But some exist without the knowledge of satellite eyes and navigation systems- places where you can get lost and never be found again.

But like the world portrays these hidden places, they are not all of them dangerous or dark, nor do they speak of lack of freedom. Some are worlds inside worlds talking about cultures and lifestyles, dreams and hopes, calm and fulfillment.

Van Dudler

On hands their praise, of sounds that made
Tantrums thrown upon the keyboard, the maid
Rush to her master, little, a toddler
Twisting the house of Van Dudler on his little finger

Outside the windows, behind curtains
Made of silk; with an innocent pretence
Stood the maid’s son from her dead husband
A darling little creature, they called him Donovan

The island amidst the land

Among every batch of tall trees, there grows the malnourished shrub, its twigs yearning for the light that never reaches its deprived leaves. Like the island amidst the land, there exist solitary individuals who wish to be back among the normal course of life.

Many people in this world are lonely. And most of them do not know what to do about it. We might not even notice it, but there is that one person pushing through a day, trying to leave it behind but only to get trapped in another one soon.

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