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Happy independence day. The observance of which is not a mere formality for it is in the heart of hearts of millions of Indians. On this date of 1947, we got independence from the shackles of British imperialism the tentacles of which were spread over nearly half of the globe. Let us lovingly cherish the moment for which our forefathers sacrificed every bit of their lives and enabled us to breathe in a free India. Let us recapitulate the past and pay our homage to the heroes and heroines of Indian national movement and the unsung heroes about whom very few people know and history is totally silent. To follow their footsteps and put our might in building a new India will be the most befitting tribute to our illustrious predecessors. #Happy independence day. The observance of which is not a mere formality for it is in the heart of hearts of millions of Indians. On this da

Happy independence day. The observance of which is not a mere formality for it is in the heart of hearts of millions of Indians. On this date of 1947, we got independence from the shackles of British imperialism the tentacles of which were spread over nearly half of the globe. Let us lovingly cherish the moment for which our forefathers sacrificed every bit of their lives and enabled us to breathe in a free India. Let us recapitulate the past and pay our homage to the heroes and heroines of Indian national movement and the unsung heroes about whom very few people know and history is totally silent. To follow their footsteps and put our might in building a new India will be the most befitting tribute to our illustrious predecessors. #Happy independence day. The observance of which is not a mere formality for it is in the heart of hearts of millions of Indians. On this da

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THINK ONCE MORE-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is not like a cigarette beginning with a flash and ending with some ashes. It means a lot for in between the flash and ashes lies the life process which is only a means to an end. At a particular point of time, everybody feels a void and looks back and recapitulates and assesses his life and asks a question to himself have I achieved anything tangible or the entire life is spent in vain in a wild goose chase? Life is only a means to an end, the end being realization of self.Material wealth and worldly comforts cannot satiate the craving of man for he is made for other things A search into the origin a peep into who am l ? will open the gate. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #samandar THINK ONCE MORE-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is not like a cigarette beginning with a flash and ending with some ashes. It m

THINK ONCE MORE-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is not like a cigarette beginning with a flash and ending with some ashes. It means a lot for in between the flash and ashes lies the life process which is only a means to an end. At a particular point of time, everybody feels a void and looks back and recapitulates and assesses his life and asks a question to himself have I achieved anything tangible or the entire life is spent in vain in a wild goose chase? Life is only a means to an end, the end being realization of self.Material wealth and worldly comforts cannot satiate the craving of man for he is made for other things A search into the origin a peep into who am l ? will open the gate. Smruti Ranjan Mohanty ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #samandar THINK ONCE MORE-16 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Life is not like a cigarette beginning with a flash and ending with some ashes. It m

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My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still clutch the piercing blades That crowd up your riveting, metallic pelt. (CAPTION) "Choosing Us" My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still

My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still clutch the piercing blades That crowd up your riveting, metallic pelt. (CAPTION) "Choosing Us" My own euphoric lucidity has been submerged, For so long, in the abject abyss of your despondency; My enfeebled limbs still