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D-A-N-C-E I have not been a trained dancer. I have never learned any dance form be it Indian or western. But since first class in my school, I remember myself participating in Dance performances. I have been crazy about dance through out my school days. I have quite wonderful memories related dance and my craziness for it. In my co-ed school, I was the first one to prepare girls-boys dance ( although that could not succeed coz boys fell in love with girls and it ended badly ) ( Laughing out loud ).We were also first one to dance on slow music, kind of couple dance ( this time girls playing the roles of boys .) (It was still a bold step for a school function.) I had choreographed many dance performances, and my favorite one was a Mujra which we performed on the Annual Function in my 12th standard.  I love organizing dance functions , so I have organized a couple of dance functions in my Colony. For an organization, I have taught dance to kids for many years. It gives me

I had an idea, and I began to write a 50 word fiction. As soon as it crossed the limit 50 , I tried to cut and alter. Anyways ! I couldn't do that. So here's what a 50, later 100 and now 148 word fiction has become. As soon as, Wahida and I stepped out from our Aunt’s house, she chuckled and spoke into my ears, “ oh my God! How honey-coated words she was speaking, how well she was behaving with me … though she is not as bad as I thought.” I thanked god, for my sister behaved nicely too with my aunt. Wahida was trying to stay away from society. It has been four years, she stayed alone at some part of the country. Meantime she grew hostile towards our folks because they did not treat her nicely during her trouble times. Today’s incident reminded me a story of an angry dog who saw his own images barking at him, in a room full of mirrors. And when another dog came in waving its tail, all dogs were doing the same in return.  I began to wonder, which Dog I have been rec

These are two inter-related pieces of Fiction in 50 words . "Right now, I am standing in a pool of uncertainties." "What would you do then Jeanie?" "I will just relax and float. I know I am not going to die that way." " But still, what would you live upon?" " Faith. He will place everything in its order. Sooner or Later." Jeanie, after nine years, looks out from her kitchen window, the sun was hazy, the flowers smiled profoundly at her.  At Eleven, youngsters began to hop into her Book café. Her dream café, it was. She felt immense proud at her establishment and her book, called “The Book of Uncertainties.”

"Till the end of the world I will follow you !" He didn't. She said looking at the heated Sun, "Its Still Okay !"

 There is Love There is Care and yet ... she chooses to take a boat at a lonely sea shore and moves on till the end of the world slowly...slowly...

As I was walking on the less-crowded road today, I realized why do I love Christmas more than any festival. As I walked on the road, I imagined the gift shops, lighting, kids playing around, the decorated Christmas tree, people busy in buying gifts for their friends and family. Yes this is the reason why I love Christmas. I love gifts - both receiving and giving. And Christmas is the festival of Celebrating together and exchanging gifts. On Diwali,  you toil hard for 2-3 months to clean the house, repaint it and prepare refreshments for god-knows-who. Diwali is a festival that demands lot of work to be done.  On Christmas, there is a little preparation and lots of fun. Practically I have never celebrated it on a large level. But I wish to. In my childhood, my friends knew I love Christmas, so they would bring me cake and I would buy gifts for them.  Sometimes it feels, nothing except friends truly care about you love.  One day I really wish, on the Christmas morning I would

image by - Vivek Kakkar Could anyone fall in love with a city so much so that when you are away you miss the City, in spite of your loved ones ? The answer is YES   (in Bold and Capital). Though India is a very diverse country and all cities have their own beauty and peculiarities. But the cities of Rajasthan are magnificent because of their glorious historical sites and the stories living there. In West India, in the state called Rajasthan, my beloved city is Jaipur. The cultural heart of India, Pink City Jaipur is a Queen of all Indian cities. Its a well-designed and an interesting blend of Tradition and Modernism. Jaipur is a city of Art, Culture and Heritage. It personifies Elegance, Grace and Luxury. image by - Vivek Kakkar Jaipur is not only rich in culture and arts, it’s also a very well-planned city with a blend of modern and traditional architecture. The old city was planned with Indian vastu shastra by Vidyadhar Bhattacharya in 1727.   Design is the core