Your suggestions and criticisms are welcome. Retreat by Aparajita Matushila Currently Rated Excellent . Send mail to Author Discuss this Article Rate this Article Print this Article Suffering. That's what is intriguing the present day world. The tears of the newborn that has soon to face seclusion of being prematurely orphaned.
Ears too hear distant strains.
Those insistent and recurring cries for help, sobs of a mother helplessly watching her son die, her intermittent sobs turning into ugly throes of shudder. These benign offshoots contain nothing in their core but a gamut of vindictive and uncontrolled race. The mad race to snatch at every chance of achieving the sort of life in which alone our temperament can find fulfillment, having no wish to make others unhappy, only forced by our nature, we brush aside anything that hinders us. Surely we are ranged against forces conditioning our life, destiny, fate or whatever we may term them as. This feeble inner voice is the Zenith, the perfection, and the tranquility that our soul gropes for.