Science & Environment, Journalist & Writers Association, India

The chilling and thrilled 2°C in the town blurred the cerebrum of my brain with the ‘brain fog’, which hampered my normal critical thinking capability and I turned towards the search of Unconditional Things in my life.  It’s really weird, that what’s this new nonsense germinated in the silly mind but yes, it erupted. There is the canard roaming around the town that Unconditional love, care, support exist in real life but it’s the real utopia. Since the world and its creatures revolve around the materialism, so the place of Unconditional Things compromised. The space vacated by these unconditionalism is occupied by the variety of the reciprocal needs.   Have you ever thought what your parents expect from you in lieu of the care, love they provide, they demand obedience, patience, Good behaviour, norm laden child, so that a fit product can be released in the society, but their love is Unconditional, check the repercussions by refraining these traits.  May be it’s a w...

That day, monsoon was on steroids, nature seemed to be on the furious mode just like the octagenerian sitting and starring out of the fenced grills from the covered veranda. Wind had also acquired the pace of the monsoon and it was leaving a chilling effect on the old man sitting, and cursing the untimely rainfall. His Carvan was beside him and Jagjit Singh was also accompanying the monsoon along with the melancholic mood of the old man. There was a train of thought that was running from his tangled mind, which was kind of a flashback of  his life experiences. He was upset that he willnot be able to go for his evening walk, he will not be able to watch the football match from the countryside, which he loves to enjoy comfortably sitting on the Road roller parked nearby. But this rain 🌧️ disrupted the entire show. Now once this plan cancelled,then he started to look for others, he called his grand daughter and they started to talk. The conversation, during its flow stick to a topic...