Reflections Of My Mind To You! Haiku- Love, Work and Life! With a drying nib and a blinking cursor,. My mind and mouth are fondly strangled,. Unable to translate your thoughts into words. Calendars show my only days and not dates;. Not knowing, how much, how far or how long? I travel in Life from Innocence through. Ignorance; Idiocy; Insanity; Insomnia; Inertia;. Up until, Imagination frees my Inward Isolation.

Reflections from the River of Life. Which translates to Environment Conservation. It was only after the cultural program that the chief guest was invited to speak. Not just with his words, but with his deeds. Before I get into the details of his talk I would want you to go through this short video. In his own words, he has planted over 1.

Its the last day of 2014, a year that was really important to me. It brought many changes, many experiences and many lessons. It was a year that saw me change, grow a lot but at the same time, I still have many things to learn and discover. Being a teacher, .

Where did they go? Asked Rana. He was sitting near the wall. A man and a woman. Their footprints point to this direction. I have been here all the time. The men grouped together to discuss. They set out in four different directions in groups of 2 and 3.

Sunday, 16 August 2015. India Islamic Cultural Centre, New Delhi. Monday Blues were there no more when I received an invitation from the pioneer in publishing, HarperCollins India. A Book Reading, it said. I have attended plenty, I thought to myself. This one was bound to be different, I realised. The one whose is an enigma of expression.