Memories. What the memories made from? Whether it’s like a cup of coffee that is always missed her arrival? Or like a trumpet blaring a bitter and cut in wet nights? Our life is full of memories. The story related with another story. Sometimes strung with perfect beauty that we always want those memories come back. Sometimes too torn here and there, and left the burning of slicing.

The love story which intertwined from a friendship that never in want before. Love grows over time. Love that is formed in a pair of rings named, though ultimately distances become the barrier.

A short poem about education and knowledge.

Doesn’t take much to succeed…

Studying and reading books enhance prudence.

In this article, I write about how to protect yourself and find personal success in a challenging world.

The delights of reading….

Any high school or college student will tell you that they spend many hours lost in their books, studying for exams. In order to ace the exam, it’s essential that they know the material. In order to know the material that may mean reading it over and over again until the key details become ingrained in their mind. For a student who reads at a normal pace, this process can take hours and they may lose interest before they are adequately prepared.

At Mid Day, the sun is always there. You can see the sky become bright. You can decide to stay inside or to go outside.

Your diary told of a broken man.