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Whenever we are depressed we want someone to relate to. And what can be more relatable than a book. I find same relating and inspiring element in the novel JANE EYRE which was penned down in nineteenth century by Charlotte Bronte.                  It revolves around the life of a girl, from her childhood to marriage. While reading it I was so much engrossed in the story that I felt as if I know Jane personally. It took few days to complete and every time I picked it up, there was an excitement to know more about Jane. Her childhood was not normal. It was in fact tough. I felt pity when her cousin hits her, at the same time, I felt hatred for her savage aunt and cousins. It imparts a sense for the kind of life an orphan child leads all around the world.                  Anyway,  at that instant I wanted Jane to run aw...

Darbhanga house : from glory to ruins What makes Rome,  Rome and Paris, Paris?  “Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.” Italo Calvino famously writes in "Invisible Cities."  As someone who has spent his entire life in the city, exploring its nooks and corners, I often ask to myself and other people, what makes Patna, Patna? Surely, there ought to be many perspectives, one for each resident and one for each traveller. A CITY LIVES IN THE MEMORY                      I remember myself, sitting in one of my classrooms which could have been a room in a great museum or may be a chapter from a history book because of the old fire place in the back or the wooden doors that have stood the test of time. the windows outside the classr...

                                                                          उससे पहली बार मैं कब मिला मुझे भी याद नहीं. शायद उसके असहमति भरे अंदाज़ ने उस तारीख को ही मिटा दिया और छोड़े बस कुछ खूबसूरत पल जो तमाम असहमतियों के बावजूद भी कितने खूबसूरत हैं. मैं उससे पहली बार एक अनजान जगह के एक छोटे से रेलवे स्टेशन पर मिला था. मैं बुक स्टॉल पर कुछ पत्रिकाओं को देख रहा था. देखते ही देखते मैंने चेखव की एक कहानी भी पढ़ ली, "एक छोटा सा मज़ाक". मैं खरीदना तो चाहता था कई पत्रिकाओं को पर जेब ने सहयोग ही न किया. कुछ वक़्त बाद एकाएक एक व्यक्ति मेरे पास आकर खड़ा हो गया और बेझिझक ही बोल गया-" भाई, मैं समझता हूँ की तुम पत्रिकाओं को खरीदना चाह रहे हो". ...