The love story of a lonely juice-seller woman of a small remote town
The woman combed her hair, sprayed violet-scented perfume on her neck, put on a yellow flowered dress and went to the railway station. When spring comes the hill turns green, and the tree next to the house blossoms. The clouds floating in the clear sky and the
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,
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,
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,
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
