IS THE LITERACY RATE OF HUNZA A MERE ILLUSION?

IS THE LITERACY RATE OF HUNZA A MERE ILLUSION?

“You should be very proud of your literacy rate”! Growing up, I have heard this phrase a trillion times, and realizing the fact that despite the lack of resources, education was still a pure priority in our small village made me very proud of our literacy rate. Back then, I was not mentally strong enough

THOUGHTS THAT MAKE YOU SMILE…

I believe the thought that brings a broad smile to your face, the one that your facial expressions can’t resist, the one that lights up your face, and the one that uplifts your mode, should not be resisted. It would be unfair to resist it because no matter what that thought is, it holds a

life is a question

LIFE IS A QUESTION!

What actually is the dilemma of life? What are you living for? What is your lifeline? What is that specific goal or cause of your living? And most importantly, What are those things that do not let you live? What confounding factors of your life stop you from achieving those goals? What hurdles do you

A MESSAGE FOR GIRLS FROM A GIRL

A MESSAGE FOR GIRLS FROM A GIRL:

It’s not a bed of roses. The smiles disappear, the tears are shed, and the laughter is converted to silence. Still, life blossoms, nurtures and grows. That’s the beauty of it. It goes on. At some point, you feel like killing yourself. You want to quit. But, Nah! When mother nature changes its cycle, when

DOES HAPPINESS STILL EXISTS IN TODAY’S ROBOTIC WORLD?

DOES HAPPINESS STILL EXIST IN TODAY’S ROBOTIC WORLD?

So I was apparently writing a report but actually daydreaming about life when I overheard my colleague complaining about her job. Her voice was filled with vibes of tiredness, unhappiness, and dissatisfaction from the life she was living. “My friend works for 6 hours and gets paid more than 50k”, she says with hatred towards

RANDOM THOUGHTS…

My words are stuck, I feel caged. Something is holding me back, I am unable to write, to think, What is it? I reflect and figure out But unable to utter a single word I feel so sorry, for the pen I am holding Desperate to write it all But unable to do so I

MY PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE

There comes a time when the scars on your skin no more sadden you; it makes you feel more beautiful. The bruises get carved upon your skin so that it gets impregnated upon your veins. But it does not hurt anymore. It does not make you quit. It does not convince you to end. The

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