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Adwitya Ki Aazaadi

  Sapno me hume jo khayaal aate hain Jaagne pe wo kahan kho jaate hain? Kya hota hai chhupa hua mann me Jo sirf ujaagar hota hai sapno ke bhram me? https://youtube.com/shorts/EqT4ZJVBphU Sundar bhavishya ke liye aasha karte hain Jo bura bhala hua ateet me bhool jate hain Aaj, abhi, isi samay, isi waqt, isi ek shran me Vartamaan me saare aane waale pal hain Chahta hu main Adwitya jeete poori duniya Likhe apni zindagi me manpasand kahaniya Mile ise poori azadi apni manmarzi karne ki Bina kisi ko dukh diye, apni khushi batorne ki Yehi hai humari khwaish, yehi humari aarzoo Badhiya belated happy birthday party to me and Happy independence days to all of you Check out all my raps n rhymes too And happy national space day

Assignment:Comment on life.

Based on a screen shot. Or maybe it's just a whim on the anniversary of the birthday I have.  I won't allow the obvious potty humour. We deserve better. As a cohesive society. It's a remembrance of blogging days today, when attention spans exceeded tweets. Still, it's a sign of the times that we are 'developing' 'ahead'. No matter what happens, deep breaths (sighs) and patience will aid the time interval left to the ultimate end. Peace. #6hourism  

A Small Play on Booker T Washington

(From Up From Slavery: an autobiography) Scene 1  Characters: BTW + Olivia Davidson  (Setting: office in school; od has just joined the school as a teacher) Btw (b): I hope you are not too tired from the journey, ma'am? Od (o): Not at all! I'm used to travel; before coming here to Tuskegee, I spent quite some time around the South of our country! B. I'm honoured by your decision to join our small institution. O. Not at all! The privilege is mine, Mr Washington. If we can teach our fellow men and women to utilise our new-found freedom, it would mean the world to our future generations! B. We are on the same page, Ms Davidson. O. Shall we have a look at the school, then?  B. Why, certainly! Allow me to show you the way. (Outside the school) B. This is it, I'm afraid. This little old shanty and that abandoned church are the only roofed buildings the townspeople have generously lent to us to hold classes.  O. Well, we must put them to good use! B. I agree. The coloured y...