http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnandSehgal The original writings of author Anand Sehgal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058274 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The hot springs soothe us, comfort us when we take a dip. Hotsprings also may take a toll on our bodies as various viruses get activatedduring this time, and the soaring mercury takes away the appetite. How does aspring actually spring into the life, decides the impact.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/2776794/ A pigeon that was sitting on a horizontal bar,about a yard or so below the asbestos roof,suddenly flew over the head .The wind that came down fromthe flapping wingshit my neck to affirm the rigourthat an avian flight goes throughwhen the mercury soars high ! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/2043223/ Keep something always in your pocket;Save something with care even when the wintry windhas stopped gushing past the ears;For all the lunches you accepted once for free,May return during an odd hour to ask for the price. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/2002944/ We do not change, our avenues of life do . 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My arrogance is effervescent during the most honest moments of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1490656/ The youth in me tries to be always happy and spread the same happiness.But to tell the truth, as the hair turn grey one by one, one starts thinking about too many things , thinks about getting more number of things right .The tight, cautious approach deters many things,It closes our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1464137/ If you choose to stay close to me ,I might name our child "Proximity";If you run away,tasting with your wings,the endless freedom you awaited,The child would perhaps get the name "farness"  .Irrespective of what is in store,I still have the firm belief ,that our offspring will see the ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1435597/ The world around me has changed a lot in last ten  years or so.May be it is ever changing,but  I could only see it in recent times.A new world demands new plansthat eventuallyopen up new avenues .Thus the change in me started to showup,as soon as I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1380377/ I really do not knowhow I am as a person.My friends are the mirrors for me .Nowadays, I do not see too many "transparent mirrors"  around . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1380118/ I don't wish the life to be fair.I want some fair chances to win,rather I wish to have a fair vision capable of detecting the chances..! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1380115/ Before realizing the ultimate truth of life that nothing lasts forever, one must live through the phases of jealousy , stages of competition, days and nights of victory-defeat , flower-sword feelings of collaboration-sabotage. 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But as you grow visibly "big", meaningfully in some way, the same group of people would very much love to be with you . 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If the neurons are strong, and you're gritty, you will become numb to it;Otherwise you will succumb.Try and meet an end .As the great teacher says- The end defines it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1285561/ A match stick is an institution ,an anti-institution in its own right as well. A match-stick is a possibility ,a germination.A match stick is a harbinger too. A match stick is much bigger than itsphysical size. It can define sizes on its own.Like fire, like water,A match stick too doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1281963/ All on a Sudden , A night became unfathomably void..,and I got surprised....;The next morning , the door-bell rang uncharacteristically happy and loud,I got a healthy ,lump-some money-order to become speechless...........!!Later, A letter made everything clear;A business group , called " You D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnandSehgal/1278541/ Moments are colliding against each other,everywhere in the time space,every now and then .Some are dying ,Some new are being born.Moments are coming out of their own wombs,Triggering a hyper-evolution.Moments are random ,Some are losing their way ;Some are coming back to the right track. 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