My Friendship

I was sitting on the steps at the doorway Sad, hurt and lost, everything seemed grey Why it happened? Why to me? What did I do?  Something has happened of which I had no clue Why are you so silent today? Is everything alright? Grandma wiped off my tears and hugged me tight  I shook my head and miserably blurted, ''I had a fight''. Don't lose heart, believe in your conviction of wrong and right    I never thought Resa would leave me for a better friend That impossibility of a beautiful friendship like ours would ever end ''Grandma, it feels heavy, weak and broken''. I want to evade the dark Look here, listen to me. I'll give you 5 tips to have a healthy heart i in this journey of inhale and exhale life will surprise, shock and challenge you it would never stay constant fretting would consume your agility mold yourself and Move Ahead ii there would be umpteen occasions when your heart and mind w...

When I was eight carrying chalk and slate sitting in the corner alone I ate It's not, I thought, making friends wasn't great There was something within I couldn't break While my other classmates played around I kept mum and made no sound Something interesting in their stories I found Sera, mimicking her angry mother, her face frowned Bella, sailing her paper boat in nearby pound One day, irresistibly, I broke into a laughter The entire class looked at me as a disaster A few befriended me, shared their deepest secrets and banter There's something which makes happy and empowered The Perk of Being a Wallflower This poem is written as a part of National Poetry Writing Month in an association with APM Nation.

There is something so different and, strangely beautiful about beginnings For, they bring in hope, novelty, zeal and that profound urge to make it up after the last fall which almost had permanently wrecked and hampered my ship of self-esteem and legacy  Just as the sun rises, radiating in glory no matter how dark the sky was at night It reigns and begin afresh everyday if not on the same page then another chapter There is a beginning to every ending Just as a sentence you begin after a full-stop even when it takes an eternity and all your sanity  This poem is written as a part of National Poetry Writing Month in an association with APM Nation.

I count cars to be the biggest fascination during my childhood days. My almirah used to be filled with toy cars of all possible sort, color and design. The collection grew day after day and so the pride of it's owner. Hours and days would pass staring at the minute details but not my curiosity and interest in them. Everyone already knew how to please me - by gifting yet another toy car. As I grew up, I explored more cars, the real ones. Their functioning, design, features and the technology used. It would be not wrong to say that I had started seeing my dream career to be an automobile engineer. It's lately that I have been looking for a car to finally buy for myself. When one has a deep knowledge about 'to be bought' product it becomes quite difficult to make a choice. I went through hundreds of car brands and their models but the only car which caught my attention was Datsun redi-GO from the very reliable- Nissan. In this write-up I will share the best three featur...