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Imagine you're living in 1875, no electricity was invented yet! Still people were living peacefully! Then in 1879, when imagination of Thomas Edison turned into reality by working on Benjamin Franklin's work and life got easier than before! Then politics happened and Nikola Tesla couldn't been able to turn his imagination to reality because of “War of current” with Thomas Edison! Definitely this is not a history class but this is an example that how imagination to reality turns everything at ease, which we call Revolutionary! How imagination of someone can change the world forever! How much it can affect our lives and lifestyles! We all know this stuff! But the question is what if Nikola Tesla could have succeeded into his ideas! Then possibly the world might be enjoying free electricity right now! But it didn't happen and here we are! So my point is that Before 1879, electricity was just an imagination, living with lights and fan and electronic devices wa

I was trying to divert my mind that day. I was trying to sleep somehow. And I ended up being awake whole night. I felt it was karma. It was getting back at me which i had done with someone else. I related everything bad that happened to me with karma, i.e. something which i had done to someone. I was feeling lost somewhere. I was thinking very deeply about something, what was bothering me alot. Back in school and tuitions, I was notorious for having atrocious nature. Making people feel low and small, however, which in fact I had never done. I was never this evil from inside. People criticized me for all my achievements. And that's what made me cruel from the outside. I always showed myself very confident and ingenuous. But deep inside I always felt guilty of pretending what I was not. I knew that people would not like to see the other side of me. Until the worst hits them up, they don't wanna see kindness of anyone else. One day, my scarred heart melted for someon

In a small beautiful family, a daughter was born. She was loved by everyone. Even she made friends outside too. Those pretty light brown eyes, dark eyebrows, glowing milky skin with a birthmark making her the beautiful princess of her parents. She was growing everyday, child to teen. Her parents never underestimated her power and brilliance as a girl. She always was inspired by her parents. She was allowed to fulfil her dreams. She used to hang out till late and she used to sleep till afternoon. She never was forced to learn cooking. She was free to wear whatever she wanted to. Her parents had no problems with her freedom and her jolly nature. She was more than happy completing her dreams and doing stuff that made her happy. What does our society call her? Is it banned to enjoy and live the life in the way a girl wants to? She was told frequently not to wear short skirts, not to roam with male friends, not to go alone for movie, not to go late outside plus she was tagged for havin

Ever you wonder that what if the words we are using right now to express our feelings, could have been different! Like what if “thank” would be “frank” with the same meaning, “love” could be “dove” or “happy” might be “sad”! Then we may be saying 'I’m so sad right now’ instead of 'I’m so happy right now’ with the same feeling! But the fact is, it is not like that! Every word is holding some value within it, which we all admire about each word! But real wonder is every word is created with some beautiful expression and meaning within it! And even more wonderful is that we don't even know how did each word was created and still we're using it like we've created it! I'm not saying it is a bad thing; it is actually why it was invented, but why we're manipulating some beautiful creation by making it sound like it lost the real purpose which it was created for! Like saying “Uh” instead of “you” or “mah” instead “my”!! It may be feeling so cool saying the

For the very first time I felt so helpless. I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my face. I realised that situations neither see the gender nor age. She could scarcely stand straight, putting all the side bags she had to sell around her neck and arms. She tried herself out to bring her hands up in order to sell those sling bags. Everybody around me was making joke of her. Each and every ways of helping her came into my mind and I chose to give her thousands of money from which she can at least feed herself. But I then thought of the hard work my parents were doing just to give us the better life didn't let me do that. I only could pray to God to bless her with a good life. Why don't things work as it needs to work? Young people, who can do hard work, are enjoying their life like kingsize and the people of my granny's age are sheltering here and there just to earn little amount of money. They are not one or two. There are numerous older people who are not ev