PRAGYA JAIN

Hello Everyone,                   Today I am not writing on a topic, but let's just talk. Because a topic can end but a conversation goes on. I realised there is a 'link' that helps us move further. To leave something in between the conversation , that tat-bit ,that makes you talk again next time .Or take something from older talks ,which continues further. A whole 366 days long year has come to end and like many others I also thought of recollecting, what all the time in this year gave me?. I thought of recollecting it every year , but as usual I never do 😀. Because once a exam is given, who wants to reopen the books again?. But this is also true that ,this is life and not a session which will be over, and you will be same you tomorrow, only the date will change. So it is important to know like, what time treated you before, that will make what you will be after. Not everything but, a link can be taken from before that will give...

Hello everyone,                          In few days , not only a month but a whole year would come to an end .The one word according to me the whole year can be called, is realization of individualism. A sense of individual existence, which was always present, but we rather ignore it and always find a group existence. Which is fine as Man is a social animal.  यही है सब, अकेले ,अपनी खुशी अपने हाथ में लिए  क्यों कहते हैं सब, कुछ है गलत, कुछ है जरूरी Finding emotions of happiness and dullness only in social group,and not in self is wrong. where only a particular right manner of living is followed. खेल सोच का चलता है, सुबह से शाम  कोई सबके साथ भी खुश नहीं ,तो कोई अकेले ही दुखी कल की खुशी कहीं ,तो कल की सोच कहीं   खुशी का घमंड कैसा ,या  नाकामी का गुस्सा कैसा, तुम भी यही हम भी यही World runs on thinking,which should be modified with time on need.     किसी के होने की खटक कहीं ,...

    It's been years when I saw something for the first time .I took a dairy to note it and not forget for long , no expections just some blank pages . Let's know what I saw for the first time and fill the pages....            "  First Time When I Saw You" A dairy and a pen in my hand ,travelling towards you . When I was  coming far away ,  you  were   coming near by too ,  Never heard of you ,not seen a glimpse of yours ever Every   bit I was seeing , was new and a wonder I was welcomed in red soil and finger sized Bananas Those  kind of mountains I have never seen ,giant slippery rocks placed one on another eroded to round I have climbed them up Every  women decorated hairs with beautiful flowers and men in traditional lungi sharing their culture proudly Our aim to visit the temples took us to amazing Dravidian architecture  Beautiful minute Rock carving everywhere and S...