Kaalika-The Rise of Raktbeej Poonam Desai Author In the previous chapters, we saw Hiranya Kashyap and his aide Swarbhanu discover the resurrection stone at Kalimath and manage resurrect demon Raktbeej while Sharvari, Dhaigham, Kasar and Dilan fail to stop them. As Raktbeej comes to power, chaos reigns in the entire country. Mr. Raghav Sinha from the disaster management office is contacted by Hiranya under guise of Bija financials. The PM asks Mr. Sinha to contact DIG Pandey.

Komal Singh HR & People Development Consultant | Mindfulness & Emotional Intelligence Facilitator | POSH Trainer | NLP Practitioner | Visiting Faculty | Research Scholar | Lifelong Learner & Spiritual Seeker Linkedin One evening, while taking a stroll, Taruna Vatsa and I found ourselves discussing how difficult it has become for professionals to genuinely connect with one another. With many people working from home and others spending hours commuting, opportunities to meet li

Dr. Devyani Rozario Website We live in a culture obsessed with the milestone. From an early age, we are conditioned to believe that happiness is a destination. We can get it exclusively in grand achievements – landing a dream job, purchasing a perfect home, finding a soulmate, having a great holiday in an exotic destination and so on. Most of us spend our lives looking over the horizon, treating the present moment as a mere stepping stone to a better, more fulfilled future.

Pitstop at a fuel station Harish Dixit Senior Infrastructure Manager – APAC Linkedin Every trek teaches you something. A few teach you about yourself and some teach you about people. My trek to Sarasgad Fort, this weekend, with the group called “Blind Who Trek” did both, and it humbled me in ways that two decades of trekking across four continents, had not. After paying the registration fee, I was added to the WhatsApp group and received the itinerary. The plan was simple. Ou

Umme Salmaa Bharmal Your Artist friend & Art facilator Linkedin Profile Substack Blog Contact me at: 9920492453 One of my favourite days of the year is the first art class after the summer holidays. Not because we begin a new lesson. Because I get to hear their stories. A little one came back from the mountains carrying a sketchbook filled with tiny drawings from her trek. Each page held a memory she wanted to keep. Another child, usually so quiet, stood beside her mother whi

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Parv Dasani 9 years This inspiring poem celebrates bravery as a choice reflected in everyday actions and extraordinary moments alike. It encourages readers to face fears, stand for truth, help others with courage, and discover the confidence, growth, and purpose that bravery brings. Bravery- strong, valiant, very audacious and fearless Those who embody it- they’ve got no stress Life savers, people who face their fears These people, their fortitude, intrepidity is sheer Be it

Sandeep Mishra Electrical Engineer, Gold Medalist, Senior Executive, Poet, Tabla Enthusiast. English Translation: The Rainy Season The rainy season has come again, Nature has swayed, and youth has embraced it. Clouds have gathered, and cool breezes are blowing, This carefree heart has become restless. Rainbow colours have spread across the horizon, Enthusiasm has begun to rise in every heart. Showers of happiness have poured down along with the rain, The rainy season has come

Kiyaan Pradhan 10 years Step into the magic of a rainy day through a Kiyaan’s vivid imagination. Filled with playful sounds, comforting aromas, and joyful moments, this poem transforms an ordinary shower into an unforgettable celebration of nature and childhood wonder.

Photo by Hindustan Times on www.hindustantimes.com Avnish Anand LinkedIn; Medium A long suffering Indian sports fan’s homage to a great man who changed Indian shooting forever I am a 47 year old long suffering Indian sports fan and I fully understand the impact Jaspal Rana had on Indian sport. This is my personal homage to him. Firstly, it’s really sad for any human being to die at 49 in today’s day and age. Losing someone who made such a huge difference in a country starved

Anay Rathi 9+ Years Splish Splash celebrates the playful magic of a rainy day, where dancing flowers, paper boats, joyful splashes, and the aroma of hot buns come together to capture the wonder, excitement, and simple happiness of childhood. Leaves swinging here and there, I’ve not seen this anywhere. Everyone goes to their place, At their fastest pace. And when it starts raining, All the pretty flowers start waving. Children come out in their raincoats, To start sailing thei

Avyan Bahety 10 years A heartfelt celebration of the rainy season through a child's eyes—filled with the joy of raindrops, the fragrance of wet earth, colourful umbrellas, cozy moments, and the simple excitement that only rain can bring. Rain is a gift of nature to all of us. Whenever raindrops splatter on the windowpane, I am filled with happiness and excitement. When I hear the raindrops falling gently on the soil, I feel calm and relaxed. The rainy season is very important

Manjusha Arora Mom, EI Website Contributor Every mother knows these moments—the tiny hands she once held, the first steps she cheered, the quiet wish to pause time. These poems gently capture the love, pride, and bittersweet beauty of watching a little boy grow while forever remaining her little one. The Clock Vine The rain is gone, the game is done, He pauses play, my little son. He brings a Clock Vine wet with dew, A piece of time he gave to you. The blossom twists to meet

Ayaansh Age - 8 years old Follow Toby and Lily on a delightful rainy-day adventure where paper boats, hot chocolate, scenic landscapes, and simple family moments remind us that life's happiest memories are often the simplest. One day in a beautiful town of Edinburgh there was a boy named Toby. He was 9 years old and his sister Lily was 7 years old. They both went out to play but suddenly it started raining heavily. They all ran inside the house. Lily asked if they could go to

Kriti Rathi Poet There were days filled with cheers, And a mind to think without fear, Running around the courtyard, Jumping high towards the sky. Never thinking how and why? Playing under the sun, And having unlimited fun. Dirty hands and dirty feet, Filled every moment with wishes sweet. Looking forward to watching Jungle Book on Sundays, Filled my heart in every way. Gazing at the stars in the sky, Wondering how the years flew by. The child in me still wants to sing, With