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A HANDFUL OF ASHES – Philosophical Poetry from India

So much was I When I just thought about myself And look, How little was I reduced to A handful of ashes!!! Jernail S Aanand, a renowned poet, writer and philosopher of India, shares his poetry Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, President of the International Academy of Ethics, is author of 161 books in English poetry, fiction,

I Want to Be Okay

Some healing is not connected to illness as much as it is to life. I want to be okay. I want to be loved for who I am, not for what I can give. I want someone who holds my heart before they hold my hand! Well, my friend, these are our legitimate wishes. We all need security before love, yearning for someone who misses our absence,

Are Colorism & Casteism Connected?

aste-based oppression and skin-color based discrimination are both deplorable, but they are not connected. Over the last few years, the caste system has entered the American discourse as the result of a high-profile legal case at Cisco and the inclusion of caste as a protected category at over two dozen US universities. Just last month,

Scenarios of an Iranian Strike on Israel

Between the explicit threats made by Iran through official media outlets about the imminent punishment of Israel in retaliation for the killing of Ismail Haniyeh inside a military guesthouse in Tehran, and the subsequent retraction of these threats, a clear wavering in the intensity of the mutual Iranian and Israeli statements about the

Their General Secondary Certificate and My Own

Even after all this time, I still remember the day the General Secondary Certificate results were announced. I went to my school alone that day. I wasn’t afraid but rather expectant. Everyone was present – teachers, classmates, and administrative staff. The first person I saw was my philosophy teacher. I shyly smiled at her, only