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From being brought up in a middle class family to captaining one of the most successful franchises with a myriad of a fanbase-the Chennai Super Kings, his journey is nothing short of an inspiration. So, buckle up to know about one of the most humble

I believe the best way to begin would be by giving a nod to the inspiration of this article’s title. It’s a song by an artist called Saint Levant, who is a Palestinian. On the surface, the song just seems like an amalgamation of a good beat and a sen

I feel this is a perfect way to describe my journey last month: assessments staring at me with crossed hands and eyebrows raised and assignments creeping up my neck with a sinister smile. Between these was a friendly hand fondling my shoulders and it

“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.”                                        ― Ernest Hemingway Envision yourself confronting a formidable legion of approximately 10,000 soldiers, poised for combat to

We are in the eve of selecting the prime minister of the biggest democracy in the world. The first election of democratic India was conducted for the span of 4 months starting from October 25 1951 to February 21 1952 for 489 seats. It was conducted b

The Topaz glow of The morning sun hit The Sapphire mirror Of the lake to get reflected   On the swathe blanket Of Emerald grass dotted With Ruby red flowers And diamond dewdrops   The sun turned Citrine, Shining

Sunlight weaves its golden strands, As snowflakes melt under its gentle caress. From barren branches, buds sprout, As winter bows gracefully to spring's irresistible summons, I open the window in delight. Lilac asters, primrose, tulip

To say that the internet rules all our lives today must be a grave understatement. From the footwear you buy to the subject you want to major in, to your political ideologies, the internet decides it all. You wake up, can’t get out of bed without scr

I recently had my first coffee bite in ages, and a trivial yet tender childhood memory of eating it with my friend flashed through my eyes. This incident resembled an event in Proust’s magnum opus “In Search of a Lost Time”, wherein the narrator whil

சினம் பொறுத்துச் சாய முயன்றேன் சிங்கார சென்னை சத்தம் செவி கிழிந்தது சிகரமெனும் சிந்தனையில் சிறு குட்டை கூட சிந்தாமல் சுவர் மேல் சுவர் எழுப்பி செல்வங்கள் செதுக்கி சிரித்தது சோகம் அறியா சுகத்திற்காக சேவை செய்த சதுப்பைச் சிதைத்து