On 13th august, 1947, it was 4 a.m and the sun was ready to spread its warmth and all that could be heard was,”Find them and kill them.” Villages were being burnt, complete families were being butchered. Everywhere the cries could be heard. Men and women being taken away from their houses by the mobs and trucks full of corpses, rowdy mobs, flashing swords with only the madness to kill each other in their minds were passing by.
I am a thinking thing, that is, a being who doubts, affirms, denies, knows a few objects, and is ignorant of many… We never try to be free from the illusion of life but
Listening is a dying art. We hardly listen to understand. We only listen to refute or reply
Written by – Vishesh Gupta If you ask a good listener how did he/she become one? You may find that he/she has been developing this
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Hey all, my Kings and Queens, tell me one thing, how many sorry can make you forget the other person’s mistakes? I am sure and
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