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  LET ME WALK A   MILE... Photo: Anju  A small poem in this shivering cold winter came to my mind. Being suffering from a disease not being able to walk through the falling snow, I wrote these lines! I want to fly! A body free of pain... Walk a mile on snow, whisper my brain.. Where pine trees grow, Mountains are covered with snow... Where fog hold the mountains in it's arms, & the morning sun is slightly warm.. The meadows are misty & damn shivering cold... O Hello pain,  let me walk a mile, let me unwind for a while.. I want eternal peace,  let me stroll through the pine trees... Let me through away all the woes, want to wear my snow shoes... Wear off suffering & be free, let me go, on a wandering spree... walk alongside the shallow river, with cool breeze & icy shiver... I want to fly... walk a mile, on a fresh falling snow, where the cold winds blow... Hello pain, let me walk a mile, for a while... on this cold winter snow! Poem-2  ...

  Obnoxious behavior on CDS Gen. Bipin Rawat's death! Death is a somber moment. Even if our worst enemy die, we should somberly convey our condolences. This has been our culture since time immemorial. India has a tradition of treating even the captured enemy soldiers during the war, with utmost  respect. We do not indulge in merry making at someone's death. We are emotional traditional people with human values. These values are imbibed in us since our childhood by our grandparents to parents to uncles and aunts. It helps us to understand how to differentiate between what's wrong and what's right. During ancient times or should I say even before, during Mahabharata or Ramayana times, the king has always respected the 'senapati' & the ' rajdoot' of the enemy country. Our cultural values and military ethics teach us to treat them with respect. We respect even enemy soldiers during war: I was surprised to see how some people on social media reacted to ...

Minimalistic Niacinamide 5% + HA 1% Review  Photo: Anju  I have acne prone oily skin and my skin breaks out easily on applying any products. Acne eruption was a routine on my skin and even essential oils didn't help, moreover acnes left dark spots. I also had pigmentation due my medical condition as I sufferedfrom severe rheumatoid arthritis at a very young age and was enable to take care of my skin.  I suffer from hyperpigmentation and redness for past ten years and nothing could help my skin! Even essential oils didn't help, face packs, and skincare stuff and regimes could not help me. I was tired of dark pigmentation patches along with acne, redness and acne spots. I tried many products including organic ones but nothing helped. Photo: Anju  Finally I was searching on an online shopping website for serum for dark pigmentation that I came across this brand minimalistic. The change began from here. I saw this minimalistic niacinamide serum, read the reviews and thou...

 A little poem What is love? Sometimes I want to fly in love, drown in the ocean of love, run with it holding hand in the mountain jungles with beautiful flowers blooming, in a warm mountainwinter sunshine, make a beautiful home on a mountain with river flowing by, a little kitchen garden and oranges, walnuts, pears trees and ofcourse the apple trees around! Love is pure like the dawn... Pure like orange red sun coming out of the snow clad mountain peaks... Illuminating the snow with its golden rays... It's calmer than the sunset, withdrawing it's rays behind the snow clad mountains... It's deeper and darker than the night sky... and brighter than the moonlit sky.. purer than the morning dew... softer than the falling rain... Love is.. The lady you love, flows with you like a river,  crossing all the hurdles, breaking all barriers .. she dissolves herself in u like river dissolves in the ocean... when your hair greys, her hair too.. when u wrinkle she wrinkles with you... ...