Parallel Hearts

      1 A MAJESTIC mansion stood under the wings of the silent Night, as Life stands under the cover of Death. In it sat a maiden at an ivory desk, leaning her beautiful head on her soft hand, as a withering lily leans upon its petals. She looked around, feeling like a miserable prisoner, struggling to penetrate the walls of the dungeon with her eyes in order to witness life walking in the procession of Freedom            The hours passed like the ghosts of the night, as a procession chanting the dirge of her sorrow, and the maiden felt secure with the shedding of her tears in anguished solitude. When she could not resist the pressure of her suffering any longer, and as she felt that she was in full possession of the treasured secrets of her heart, she took the quill and commenced mingling her tears with ink upon parchment, and she inscribed:            "My beloved Sister,           ...

 Getting Granny's glasses Getting Granny's Glasses i s a short story by Ruskin Bond which follows a guy named Mani and his dearest Granny- who now cannot identify his face well.  Naturally due to old age Granny's eyesight started flattering so Mani's father decided to give him the responsibility of taking Granny all the way to Mussoorie to get her eyes checked. Originally his father decided to go by himself but Granny Refused (Granny's love) to leave Mani alone at home. So, Mani and his Granny went on the trip. And despite being poor, not having much to eat on the way except of the stuff they got from their uncle, they encountered many other things. They admired the nature, Gave some food to stray monkeys, and of course Mani correcting his dear old granny every time she got something wrong like mistaking an apple for a ball. But the real lesson (according to me) is that even when they face all the challenges like when thire bus stop 10 miles away from Mussoorie due...

  What would the world be without stories, poems and plays?  Literature... It's not just writing, it's the heartbeat of human culture. It teaches us, entertains us, and even connects us to different people.  Literature is a storehouse of wisdom. It teaches us about different societies, traditions and experiences. It tells us about the past and gives us lessons about the future. It develops imagination and creativity. A novel can take us to different worlds, a poem can make us feel beautiful emotions. These small things help us to think outside the box and dream big. Literature also teaches us moral values. Fables, Folk tales and other stories often highlight honesty, kindness, and courage. They remind us that patience and hard work brings success. Literature also acts as a mirror of society. It shows us the bright and dark sides of human life, urging us to reflect and bring change.  In short, it shapes individuals, inspires societies, and preserves our culture....

Walter Russell , though known primarily as an artist, gave the world a radical scientific vision — The Inert Gas Theory — so striking that it even shocked Nikola Tesla . Tesla, a close friend of Russell, advised him to “lock up this knowledge in a safe for 1,000 years until mankind is ready for it.”   Russell himself once remarked, “ Tesla was an artist whom the world mistook for a scientist, and I am a scientist whom the world mistook for an artist .” Walter Russell made a really bold move by forming a theory that challenged even Isaac Newtons discoveries , or shall I say: A theory that denied one of the most fundamental laws of chemistry, the infamous law of conservation that is "Matter can neither be created, nor be destroyed" .   In his view, the universe is made entirely of light — appearing as compressed wavelengths (matter) or expanded wavelengths (space). And this process of compression and expansion, he claimed, happens everywhere, simultaneously, all the time...

 Ah, Self-destruction. Humanity's favorite love story.   Forget Healthy Relationships, balanced live, or boring things like resilience - what really makes the crowd swoon is someone who can collapse dramatically and make it look like poetry . After all, why live if you can die aesthetically ??  A poet who drowns in ink and wine naturally becomes "Brilliant" . A lover who spirals into obsession becomes "Passionate" . And obviously a dreamer who throws them at his impossible dreams and shatters is "Inspiring" . How adorable, really, that ruins So many flattering Costumes. And of course "Ruin is much more entertaining when it comes, wrapped in velvet and candlelight" .   But, Self-destruction i s not nearly as 'beautiful' up close. It's just a person gnawing on their own misery and performing it for an audience. As, it isn't us- It's like Art! And perhaps the reason people like You and Me Romanticize it is not b...