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The Power of Purposeful Perseverance

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

Award-Winning Novel: Meera-9

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

Rumor – A Poem from Korea

Everything was drunk With the fever of flame. I was a gray rag, drained of all color. Ms. Yoo Dong Ae, a poet from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poem Poet Yoo Dong Ae was born in Namhae, Gyeongnam Province. She graduated from Jinju Girls’ High School, Jinju National Teachers’ College, and Hansung

Award-Winning Novel: Meera-6

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

Poem: The Voice of Hunger

The Voice of Hunger In the hut of the poor, even dreams are halved — Torn between sighs and silence, Like broken lullabies caught in cobwebs of the night. How long will words remain alive? When hunger drapes the body like cloth, And sleep drips from a leaking ceiling, While dreams hang sharp — nailed to