Reena's blog

No story can describe the character which m living... What should I called to myself... Or how I should define me... A vulgur portrait on canvas??? Broken Wings? Bird in Cage? Chained in golden threads... Clamor in a air, Colour of clouds,  Dead leaf on tree,  Eternity of emotions, Endowed one to bear all, Flame of cremation, Flower of rose on burial.. Glory of ruined? Height of monster? Ivory of ignorance??? Jubiliation of breathing.. Kidnapped in rituals, Light of lamp, M elody of mourn... Nest....who's always search? Oomph of their omissions? Pity on presence? Queen of cards? R ay of hope... S ilence of responsibility? T reasure in a trunk? Umbrella of colours? Vision of blind?? Words of book,? I think I remain as XYZ. (In everyone though...  I'm No one) As.... Rat's nest Or Mirror of thousands dead leaf??? Pause. What m doing? Why is it necessary to define me? Why only end justifies the meaning?

We went to her home... Sorry, I didn't feel if it's home at all, let me again start, We went to her shelter...(it's quite apt.) As my school need urgent teacher. I found her as qualified one for the empty place in school. But again one bitter experience of casteism got as sugar coated sour pile. I assure you by sinking into her eyes that, yes really she wants to be free from the golden cage of parenthood or rather to say she just want to try a new taste of life. But it was just for moment like jiffy blink. So without much ado. I try to exit as I was not interested in their fake reasons of avoiding this opportunity. I felt so sorry for her condition. I was worried whether she will ever can feel golden chain as obstacle. But soon I found mtslef as less confident and a bit embarraced. And as for the topic of feeling less able infront of rigidity. Infront of their sunken state of mind. Why still some of the regions are not free from the severe mentality. Now these da...

She is like frozen water. (Whose nature is to flow but frozeness in it, not let it allow) Now a days...Sun just rise and set in the darkness. She knows Lily of Virginia... She weeps with Mariam of Hussein... She cried for Prynne of Hawthorne... She burns in the pain of Sita of Amish... All this stuff Creats hell in her life She walks alone on the path of dreams. She wants to travel of thousands miles far and wide She want to sink in her own art so deep... But... She can't breath simply cause now she aware in prison of golden chain.... But She don't have magic like Rowling shows in life of Voldemort who never give up for the dream. At last she is... Different from this all fantasy. Victim of responsibility, reality and rarity in life. Longing between hope and hopelessness. But as she knows there is thousands splendid Suns will rise with hope only.

Happy Women’s Day 2018: Observed internationally on March 8, Women’s Day is a celebration of women’s achievements across nations. This day is marked as Women’s day to show respect, appreciation and love towards the females. While the first women’s day was observed back in 1909 on February 28, the date March 8 was suggested by the International Woman’s Conference to become the ‘International Woman’s Day’ in the year 1910. This day is a blend of Valentine’s Day and Mother’s Day, when you get to show your respect and love for your mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend, teacher and others. The theme for this year’s International Women’s Day according to the UN Women is “Time is Now: Rural and urban activists transforming women’s lives”. This theme has been taken up as a movement for the rights, equality and justice for women after movement like #MeToo and #TimesUp were taken up (This is the news in finacialexpress )  Educated People are saying and passing hundred of messages on so...