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Author: Dunija Rothschild Life a great teacher holds my hand every morning teaches me to laugh in pain and cry when filled with joy... Life a great teacher whispers songs of love, of hope in my ears and teach world is but a giant toy...  About the Author: Dunija Rothschild, is a writer, meditator and philosopher.  She enjoys observing herself and others in the varied colors of life. All her stories and poems take shape from the class called Life, they are inspired from the real life incidents.

Author: Divya Saksena “The sun’s almost set now. It’ll be getting dark soon and we don’t want to be late for the evening service.” observed Father Antony. “Yes!” exclaimed Preeti. “They’re going to sing me happy birthday!” Father Antony explained quickly. “A little tradition. The choir sings it and the congregation often joins in.” “Come on!” Preeti hopped up to the gravestone and stood waiting as her father lit the long taper and carefully placed it in her hand. Gripping it tightly, she reached over to light the candles, then suddenly, she turned towards Browning and held out the lit taper. “We share.” It was not a question. Wordlessly, Browning moved forward, his hand closing over the little fist. Carefully, they lit the two candles together. Father Antony, Anita and Rajan stepped back, hands folded in a gesture of respect, and watched as two tiny flames sprang up and began to glow stronger as the rays of the dying sun slid away towards the west and the shadows beg...

Author: Divya Saksena Rajan added, “She was just a few days old. She was born on today’s date, 27 th June, and we fixed the ceremony for 1 st July. And that’s when it happened!” Anita took up the story again. “We were early, and brought her out here to try and keep her calm, but we were still arguing about more names. Then suddenly Rajan stopped here and pointed out the names that we could just make out. It seemed perfect.” Rajan smiled. “Not just the names, the dates seemed to fit too. As a historian, it was too much for me to ignore!” en.wikipedia.org Anita looked worried. “We just took the names for our daughter. Please don’t be offended, but there seemed nobody that we could ask.” “I’m not offended!” said Browning quickly. “She looks a great kid. I’m glad that you found something that worked for you.” Father Antony joined in. “She is indeed a great kid. And here she comes again at sixty miles per hour!” “I’m back!” Preeti huffed up importantly. “And Fa...

Author: Divya Saksena “Why? Why did you clean my grave?” “Eh?” He was momentarily speechless, and Father Antony quickly intervened. “This is Mr. James Browning. The grave is…ah…his family’s.” The child’s parents exchanged swift glances, then her mother said gently, “Preeti, go and ask Father Michael for two red candles and a lighting taper. Papa and I will finish up here. Hurry or it will start getting dark.” “Okay! But why did he clean it first? We always do that on my birthday!” Wikimedia.org “Yes, we do. But you see, it was his family there first, long before us.” “Hmmm…so we share it with him?” “Yes, if he doesn’t mind sharing with us.” Before Preeti could fix him with her questioning stare again, Browning spoke up hastily, “I assure you, I don’t mind at all.” “All right then, I’m going for the candles.” As she hurtled away towards the side portico of the church, in her apparently customary headlong fashion, Browning asked a question uppermost in ...

Author: Divya Saksena en.wikipedia.org Browning followed the priest’s gaze across the courtyard as a small figure came hurtling across towards them, a little girl of perhaps eight or nine years, pigtails flying behind her. She flung herself at Father Antony who, laughing, fended her off from clutching his legs as she skidded to a stop beside them talking all the while “Father Antony! Here I am! Are we late? It’s not dark yet… Can I get candles now? Mummy .and Papa are just coming. You must wish me! I got presents! Who is this?” “Hold on, Peapod! Let me get a word in! Wish you a very happy birthday!” The child shook hands solemnly with the pastor, eyeing Browning as she did so. Her parents came up, a young Indian couple, both carrying a bucket of water, washcloths and sponges. “Peapod! Stop bothering Father Antony like that! Come on, let’s get to work or it will be dark soon.” The little girl hurried to the grave that Browning had been working on, then stopp...

Author: Dunija Rothschild Ranju and Rajeev had recently got married after a courtship of six months. They were very happy, God had been very kind to them. Ranju, a middle class girl from Mathura, tall, beautiful, and very fond of dressing. She had come to Delhi in search for better career avenues.  Rajeev an IIT graduate, young entrepreneur, all for make in India movement. The two were very different and yet the day Ranju went to Rajeev's firm for the interview, the two clicked instantly. Six months were like heaven for two and despite their cultural background difference, families had no resistance and they were married in an Arya Samaj Mandir. After marriage both went to Vrindavan to pay Homage to Lord Krishna, after all Ranju had great faith in him. Life after marriage was usual, they had rough times and good times. They had fights and love. It was a roller coaster ride, but they enjoyed every bit of it because they loved each other.  And then one day Ranju c...

Author: Dunija Rothschild It was the hot month of June, many many years back, days when I still used to wear frocks, still used to have bath in rain with all the girls and boys of my age. There was no TV, no fridge, and I am sure I never missed them! That summer an uncle of mine came to live with us. I was small, so was not told, but I heard my parents speaking that uncle is suffering from Leukemia and is here for treatment from AIIMS, the best medical Institute in Delhi. Blissfully unaware what is leukemia or AIIMs, I was having lot of fun, with uncle showering love on me, and parents,  busy in his care, scolding me less. That is all that matters. And then one day, he died. I  had no idea what death is, must be something interesting, he was lying on bed stationary like a statue.  All the furniture of the room was taken out, it was not much - a dressing table, one double bed, and an alimirah, and the whole room was cleaned with water. I enjoyed splashing wa...