Life is more than the pursuance of fame.

Life is to celebrate small little things happening with and around us.

Life is to rhapsodize love and joy.

Life is to wander like a firefly searching for a rainbow even in the darkness.

But what does it worth if we won’t capture the moments in a frame or put it down on a piece of paper and let the world listen. Here are the anecdotes of my life and the journey so far…The Tissue Paper Diary, the autobiography of a very common man.

So visit this literary landscape and discover me. Bon Voyage!

GOD IS ONE …..

The debate of intolerance and secularism has stirred up resentment all over the country. Giving it a political colour ,the imbroglio is doing only damage to the nation than anything else. In such a situation let me tell you a story from my workplace which will make you proud of being here , in a country called India.

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A LETTER TO MOTHER

Hye mom ! I m really glad to write this letter to you . And you must be glad too to know that I have learnt writing. My dad is very nice and he is teaching me English . You must be guessing who I am ,even if you know me very well. Anyway I m not what you were calling me then . I have got so many nicknames from my dad...like princess of persia , miss astronaut, Dr sanjeevanee, cutie lily, Dimple Queen , snow white etc etc. Do You Remember Dad Used To Call You 'Miss Laal Tamator' ????

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A LETTER TO MOTHER

Hye mom ! I m really glad to write this letter to you . And you must be glad too to know that I have learnt writing. My dad is very nice and he is teaching me English . You must be guessing who I am ,even if you know me very well. Anyway I m not what you were calling me then . I have got so many nicknames from my dad...like princess of persia , miss astronaut, Dr sanjeevanee, cutie lily, Dimple Queen , snow white etc etc. Do You Remember Dad Used To Call You 'Miss Laal Tamator' ????

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FEW MOMENTS WITH DR KALAM SIR …

He is the phenomenon,inspiration of an aspiring nation... Like the mellowing crimson rays of a rising sun... Like the fiercely ejected rocket that tears apart the ego of boundless sky... Like the verse of a flower that sweetens the sorrowful butterfly... Like the awaken's dream that gives a hope to walk... Like the summer rain that pours upon to rinse a thirst.....

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