Letscommune

I sometimes wonder how many more rejections are awaiting me before I can follow my dreams. I am not a born writer, but the constant rejections are making me feel that I am not worth writing a single line. Writing is no mode of escape for me; it is something I really enjoy doing. However hard I might try, my write ups do not find value in the market. Is it a sign from God that I am born to be a slave of someone else? I do not know! What I know is I cannot lose hope. Each one of us is a born fighter and I will have to fight if I want to succeed. I will rise up and look straight into the eyes of failure if I want to succeed. One moment I motivate myself but the very next moment I feel so burden and lost. The mind plays weird games with me. I know nothing comes easy. In the current scenario, easy success would have been sticking to my current organization and finding ways of success here. But, like always I have chosen to unravel a different path. A path not excavated by me ever earl

Suddenly in Class XI, thanks to the tuition classes; got a free exposure to the world beyond New Graphite colony. Finding the correct tuition was not a challenge as we followed the market ratings and trend. But the major challenge was to find out health, cozy eateries for the stop-gap between two classes. After all, an empty stomach can never support a rigorous schedule. Some of the options were Nimai’s stall, Arambagh and Ramji’s fuchka. But, very soon we got bored with these few options and we craved for more. That is when came this enlightening savior: Paramounts. It was one of its kind in our small town which served us with patties, pizzas, cakes and all could be savored while soothing our eyes on the beautiful emotional cards and gifts. The main attraction of this shop was not the confectionaries but the heartwarming love cards. It might have been just a shop, but for me: It was my den for all moods; be it happiness, sadness or loneliness. Standing at this place, we have creat