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"When Marriage Becomes the Reason for Parents’ Rejection"

My parents are growing old, I am getting younger in energy and responsibility, and I myself am now a father and a married man. But what does all this truly mean? It simply means that I no longer wish to live with my parents, nor do I even want to see them. My children want to play with their grandparents — their dada-dadi and nana-nani — but I don’t want them to be around my parents at all. My wife wants to stay close to her own mother and family, not mine. In her eyes, her brother is good, her sister is good, her entire family is wonderful — but my father is bad, my mother is bad, my sister is bad, my brother is bad. For her, the only solution and the only happiness lies in breaking this family apart, in separating the house. According to her, a divided house is the best house. This is the bitter truth — harsh but real.

"The Price of Patience in a Fast-Paced World"

In today’s fast and competitive world, patience has become rare. Everyone wants quick results — instant success, fast money, and immediate recognition. We are surrounded by speed: fast internet, fast delivery, fast communication. So when it comes to success, people often ask: why wait? If everything else is quick, why should success take time? But real success cannot always be rushed. It needs hard work, learning, and experience. Without patience, we may choose shortcuts — but these shortcuts rarely lead to lasting achievements. True success is like building a strong house: it requires time, planning, and effort to make sure it stands firm. --- Main Points: 1. Modern life is fast; patience is rare. 2. Everyone wants instant success. 3. But real success takes time, hard work, and patience. 4. Shortcuts may lead to failure or temporary results. 5. Long-lasting success requires steady effort.

Life is a mirror,

Smile at it — and it will smile right back. Laugh your way through the days, And life will gently pass by like a breeze. In every joy, in every sorrow, True friends will stand beside you. But don't let this mirror shatter — For its broken pieces reflect only pain. So wear your smile like armor, And let your spirit shine bright, Because when you reflect light, Life becomes beautiful in your sight.

"An Account of My Life"

Every phone today comes with a calculator a simple tool designed to solve complex numerical problems, to measure, to count. But if I wanted to calculate the value of my own life, what calculator could I possibly use? Is there any device that can measure purpose, meaning, or fulfillment? If I truly sit and reflect — what have I done with this life? What have I achieved? My life feels like a journey without direction, without purpose, without respect, without the love and guidance of parents. It feels empty — as if something essential is missing. Is this what life is meant to be? A path walked without reason, a story written without meaning?

"Modern Slavery: The New Labour Class of the Digital Age"

In today’s world, if we look around, platforms like Blinkit, Zomato, Amazon, and countless others have become an inseparable part of our lives. These services promise to bring everything to our doorstep — food in ten minutes, groceries in fifteen, and any item from across the city within half an hour. Whether it’s pizza delivery or a personal massage, someone will arrive at your home to serve you. But the real question is — what is the value of these conveniences when humanity itself seems to be dying within us? What good are these services when compassion, empathy, and dignity for fellow human beings are fading away? The truth is harsh — behind this fast, comfortable life lies the silent suffering of countless labourers — the very backbone of this system — whom we have reduced to mere tools for our comfort. We forget that these people are citizens of our own country, just like us. Yet we have never truly treated them as human beings. Their sweat, struggle, and sacrifice remain invisib...

"Summer Memories That Never Fade"

"I still remember those summer holidays... I remember that old house. I remember the sound of the ice-cream seller in the evenings. I remember sitting in front of the cooler on hot afternoons. I remember all those moments I thought I had forgotten. I remember the laughter and togetherness of my brothers. I remember the burden of school homework. I remember my school friends, their smiles, their mischief. I remember my little flaws, my innocent mistakes. I remember playing with marbles under the big neem tree. I remember the soft voice of love that filled the air. I remember roaming the streets with my friends, carefree and wild. I remember running in the heat, racing without reason, just for joy. I remember the big open field where dreams ran free. I remember the old uncle and his mango tree, full of raw, sour mangoes. I remember... oh, how much I remember..."

Forged in Pressure, Revealed in Time"

"If you feel left behind while others seem to flourish with ease, remind yourself: your journey is not meant to be ordinary. You are destined to become a diamond — and that path is neither easy nor swift. Coal must bear the crushing weight of the earth, the endless darkness, and the merciless pressure of time before it is worthy of becoming a diamond. No brilliance comes without cost. The world may not see your silent endurance now — your unseen battles, your quiet resilience — but one day, when you emerge, they will have no choice but to acknowledge your worth. Easy victories fade; true greatness lasts forever. Endure. Transform. Shine."