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Describe the Rain- Part 1
Harinath Story Teller EI Outlook Editor, Linkedin Profile, Blog What does rain sound like? Can a train be impatient? And why would anyone describe a mango as sunshine? Aarav and Mira have spent years arguing over impossible questions, terrible answers, and cups of tea that always seem to arrive at exactly the right time. Describe The Rain Mumbai was drowning again. Rain slid down the restaurant windows in crooked lines, blurring headlights into streaks of green, gold and red

Harinath K
Jun 1512 min read


Describe the Rain- Part 2
Harinath Story Teller EI Outlook Editor, Linkedin Profile, Blog Previously in... Part 1: Describe The Rain They spent years describing rain, colors, fear, and home to each other. What began as a game became friendship, then something deeper. Before life could change them, they made a promise about the future. Next Part.. Part 3: Describe Memory Describe Sight The phone call came on a Tuesday afternoon. Aarav was helping his father at work when it arrived. An unknown number.

Harinath K
Jun 1514 min read


Describe the Rain- Part 3
Harinath Story Teller EI Outlook Editor, Linkedin Profile, Blog Part 1: Describe The Rain The world they imagined together. Part 2: Describe Sight The world that pulled them apart. Sight brought possibilities neither had imagined. Yet while Aarav found purpose in building, Mira found joy in exploring. Somewhere between shared dreams and separate journeys, they stopped introducing themselves to each other. Describe Memory The separation happened quietly. No dramatic goodbye.

Harinath K
Jun 155 min read


My Dream trip to Space
Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing Have you ever thought that dreams could come true, Like a trip to ancient Europe or an adventure that suits you. Since I was small, I wanted to go to space But never knew if I could hit that pace. I never lost hope as my dream was not a joke, My eyes would grow wide, as I looked through the telescope. I have heard of aliens & creatures unseen, Unusual planets big & green. Maybe not true but also not a lie. Still remains to be d

Seerat Tiwari
Jun 131 min read


मातृ दिवस
Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. मां की छवि जो मन में थी बसी समय के साथ वह बदलते दिखी। पहले मां एक गृह लक्ष्मी का रोल थी निभाती आज वह दुर्गा सरस्वती और लक्ष्मी तीनों रूप में है विराजती । मां अब घर की सीमा में नहीं है बंधी घर चलाने में भी पिता के साथ है खड़ी वह कितनी भी वयस्त क्यों न हो अपने बच्चों की शिक्षा है उसके लिए सर्वोपरि। बाहर की विषम परिस्थियों से वह दुर्गा की तरह है लड़ती, बच्चों की सुरक्षा में वह ढाल ब

Sandeep Mishra
Jun 131 min read


मोबाइल की लत
Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. मोबाइल की लत लोग मोबाइल पर इस कदर लगे हैं रात और दिन जीवन लगता है अधूरा अब मोबाइल के बिन । आंख गड़ाए चलते हैं ,नहीं देखते हैं इधर उधर चाहे कुछ भी हो रहा हो , मोबाइल से हटती नहीं नजर। घर में सब बैठे हैं, नहीं होती है आपस में बात कम्युनिकेशन होता नहीं ,अब बिगड़ गये हैं हालात। बच्चे हों या बूढ़े, सबको लगी है मोबाइल की लत मोबाइल न मिलने पर बच्चे करते हैं हठ। कंप्यूटर, टीवी, कैमरा आदि ,खोल

Sandeep Mishra
Jun 131 min read


THANK YOU, MY FRIENDS OF EMERALD ISLE!
Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing THANK YOU, MY FRIENDS OF EMERALD ISLE! My friends and I always play, But sometimes we forget what to say... My friends and I always fight, But if someone quarrels, We become loyal. We will always be together, Like a piece of a feather. We go to each other’s house, And act like a mouse. We try to pack the same, And our efforts do not end up in vain. But it is not the end and I will never forget you, my friends. I thank my friend

Seerat Tiwari
May 91 min read


माँ...
Nandini Mathur Author, Blog - 'मेरी कलम से' English Summary Mother… A gentle feeling beyond words, Not merely a single word, But an entire alphabet in herself. Not just a person, But a complete institution, Filled with affection, An embodiment of unconditional love. Our very first introduction to the world Begins through a mother. By the mere touch of her presence, A child sleeps in peace. At a child’s single smile, A mother gives herself completely. Holding the baby in her a

Nandini Mathur
May 92 min read


The Road of Thorns
Varun Goel 9769117718 Registration Link: The Road of thorns In a quiet desert village, a narrow road connected people to nearby towns - bringing trade, stories, and life itself. One day, a bitter man named Raghav decided to change that road. Raghav was known for his anger. He distrusted others and found strange satisfaction in their discomfort. Every morning, he planted tiny thorny shrubs along the path. At first, they seemed harmless. But as weeks passed, the shrubs grew str

Varun Goel
May 92 min read


युरोप का सफर
Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. युरोप का सफर था एक सुहाना सफर देखा प्रकृति का का खुबसूरत नजारा और ऐतिहासिक धरोहर। जिन्हें पढ़ा था किताबों में कभी उन्हें देखने का मिला एक अवसर। जिधर भी डालो अपनी निगाहें हरियाली ही आती थी नज़र। प्रकृति की गोद में हम घूमें साफ सुथरे थे सब डगर देखे फूलों के बाग और बर्फ से ढके शिखर। रोम लंदन और पेरिस की बात है निराली भव्य इमारतों के हैं ये अदभुत शहर कलोन फ्लोरेंस व वेटिकन सिटी को मिल

Sandeep Mishra
May 91 min read


Summer Vacations
Parv Dasani 9 years It’s a long vacation for young students Full of joy, without any dents Every day, there’s an innovative activity But these times, staying at home is a boring pity I read, draw or play in the day Those are my hobbies, so I do always say It’s a hot and monotonous period of time But if you enjoy a warm climate, for you it’s a dime Interesting books make a day feel like an hour Or else for me the day is sour Drink higher volumes of water Or else the heat g

Parv Dasani
May 91 min read


The last harvest 💔
Ananya Nair, Grade 9 Ananya is a travel enthusiast who likes to read, sing, and do Bharatnatyam. She also loves to bake and write stories or poems. When not found doing any, she can likely be found burrowed in bed watching a K-drama. She hopes to have the privilege of writing pretty words for the rest of her life :) In my backyard, a titan stood tall, Casting its shadow against the wall. Every summer, the branches would bend, With gold-heavy gifts that it leaned down to le

Ananya Nair
May 91 min read


The Power of Kindness
Aanya Das, 13 yrs old. Kindness is a quiet strength—soft in appearance, yet powerful enough to reshape hearts and moments. It asks for nothing, yet gives everything. A simple smile, a listening ear, a gentle word—these small acts ripple outward, touching lives in ways we may never fully see. The Power of Kindness The world has some tough days, But we can solve these problems in many ways; Like solving them with non-violence, Cuz' that's the power of kindness! When you see the

Aanya Das
Apr 111 min read


Never Live with a Poet
Harinath Poet EI Outlook Editor , Linkedin Profile , Blog A satirical verse exposing poets’ detachment from everyday life—mocking their lofty ideals, domestic avoidance, and delusions—before ending with a witty twist on Socrates, ostriches, and AI creativity Poets don’t live on the ground— they hover above dishes, blind to the grease and sweat that keep their world alive. They opt non-violence, feed stray dogs with metaphors, can they still scribble verses when chased down t

Harinath K
Apr 111 min read


मी ही अशी (Marathi)
Pratima Manik Editor, Hindi & Marathi EI Lifestyle मी ही अशी English Translation “I Am Like This” I am a woman who lives in a world of dreams. I find joy in the smallest of things. The rising sun enchants me, and the setting sun casts a spell over me. A shower of rain soaks me in the blessings of God. I am always lost in the world of stories, novels, films, and plays. These days, children always have a mobile phone in their hands, don’t they?But in my childhood, I always had

Pratima Manik
Apr 112 min read


If Food Could Talk…
Seerat Tiwari Loves singing, dancing and Writing Foods Perspective You crunch & munch all day, You don’t even care if we will stay. You eat during day & in night, We cant even complain or show our right. If you are hungry we are on our way, But if you eat too much you will have to pay. Some of us are good some of us are bad, But each one of us have nutrients such as carbohydrate, protein & fat. We were once small just like you, But we kept on dying as we grew. No one can live

Seerat Tiwari
Apr 111 min read


निराशा - आशा
Priya Chaturvedi Global Markets Professional, avid reader, finding rhythm in semi-classical dance and expression in Hindi verse. LinkedIn निराशा फूटी गागर को देख देख यदि लोचन भर आते हैं, भ्रमरों के गुंजन भी यदि मन की व्यथा बढ़ाते हैं, देख देख यदि नील गगन को स्मृतियाँ फिर जीवन पा जाती हैं, रागों की यदि स्वरमालाएँ क्रन्दन बनकर छा जाती हैं, हे मानव! यदि जीवन में इतनी ही घोर निराशा है, तब तो फिर यह जग जीवन भी एक झूठी सी अभिलाषा है। आशा माटी की मटकी छार हुई पर पनघट क्लांत नहीं होते

Priya Chaturvedi
Apr 111 min read


गर्मी का मौसम
Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. गर्मी का मौसम आया है फिर से गर्मी का मौसम हर्षित हुए सब बच्चे ,स्कूल हुए अब बंद। इन गर्मी की छुट्टी में,बच्चे करें अब मस्ती खायें कुल्फी आइसक्रीम,पीयें जी भर लस्सी। ये गर्मी का मौसम हम सबको है भाये छुट्टी मनाने को हम सब ,पर्यटन को जाएं हिल स्टेशन,झील तलाब,लगते हैं मन को अच्छे जो न बाहर जा सके ,वे गर्मी में हैं तपते। तरबूज खरबूज और आम,इस मौसम में आयें तन की गर्मी कम करने को खीरा ककड़ी

Sandeep Mishra
Apr 111 min read


Holi- The festival of colours
Parv Dasani 9 years Holi, the Festival of Colours, is a joyous Indian celebration marking the victory of good over evil. The festival originates from the story of Prahlad, a devotee of Lord Vishnu, who was saved from his evil father Hiranyakashyap and aunt Holika's attempt to kill him in fire. Holika was burned instead due to misusing her fire-immunity boon. Famously known as the festival of colours, Holi is a joyous festival, celebrated across India. It marks the victory of

Parv Dasani
Mar 142 min read


Come Home, My Love 🕊️
Harinath Poet EI Outlook Editor , Linkedin Profile , Blog From sidelines to center pitch—rage, grit, and joy collided. We didn’t play alone; we moved as one force. Sweat, pride, noise, silence—all bound into one unforgettable day

Harinath K
Mar 141 min read
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