I Write Because . . .

Life is unpredictable, everything is not in our control. We try to control it in our dreams. Sometimes dreams are not enough. So we imagine, and we write, and we imagine, and we write. I, myself, hated writing as a kid. Writing means exams, papers, homework. For me, the need for writing was limited to…

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I Have A Dream . . .

On August 28, 1963, 2,50,000 people from all over the country, marched towards Lincoln Memorial to listen to the iconic speech given by Martin Luther King, Jr., which became a milestone in achieving freedom in American history. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not…

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