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GOING SOLO: BETTER ALONE THAN IN A BAD COMPANY

This is my second article on Love which deals with Family Love. I have already discussed the idea of Fraternal Love. I am intrigued by the modern penchant for going solo which actually is a grave threat to the idea of family love. Can we narrow down the definition of the family to only one spouse with one or two kids to bring up? By

I bless you – Poetry from Serbia

As the sun kisses the moon, Away from other people’s eyes. I bless you with grace Divine light. Melita Ratković, an eminent poet from Serbia shares her poetry Melita Ratković, lives in Novi Novi – Serbia. She is literary ambassador of Serbia in Brazil and Spain and has participated in several anthologies, world

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,

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