My hatred for him surpasses the length of the world’s mountains, and my rage against him is as vast as the roaring, frozen oceans. My fury at him is as massive as erupting volcanoes whose flames never die, and my anger at him as deep as the earth’s trembling core between the horns of a maddened bull. My loathing for him stretches
On the wooden cart, atop a mat spread over bundles of straw, lay a child asleep—a child whose chances of survival were slim. That sick, innocent child was my father, Qurban Ali.
Suddenly, a ragged, God intoxicated wanderer stood right in the middle of the road in front of the bullock cart and said, “Take him home. Nothing
People often give up too soon because results don’t come fast. But what if we reframed failure as feedback?
Doing your best doesn’t mean perfection. It means showing up fully with what you have, in the moment you’re in, and doing the work sincerely—despite obstacles, fears, or delays in
Surrounded by the lofty Aravalli hills, the place looked like a piece of Nandankanan. Eight royal men on horseback were riding toward Merta. After crossing a massive banyan tree near the fields, they arrived at a small marketplace. There, village folk had gathered with earthen pots, utensils, and other daily essentials. The villagers
Through this award-winning novel, the author has attempted to illuminate a lesser-known chapter of Meerabai’s life
Meera
By Debasree Chakraborti
Location: Merta, Kurki Chittor
Drifting along the current of time, Meera gradually grew up. One day, Ramabai set out with her and Jaimal toward a tribal village located on the edge
