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                                               My life-changing experience  School life was filled with marvellous and glorious moments. It was not about academics only but also about sports , learning to dance, spending humongous amount of time in the library and the best thing of all was learning to play the piano. How had learning to play the piano caught my fancy , no one knew or questioned it for that matter; it was sufficient that I wanted to learn it and so it was effectuated.  My first teacher was a gentle French nun who was called Sister Mary – reverently. A gentle soul who helped me plod along all the basic scales , C major onwards. The constant playing and replaying of scales on a loop , called practising was down right tedious . As resolute  Sister Mary was about beginning every piano lesson with the oh so monotonous scales, I was equally det...

  Space opera Universe- Are we oblivious to the fact that we might as well be living in one? Samantha woke up to the swishing sound of her cleaning robot which was programmed to carry out its function at a particular time of the day irrespective of the events unfolding around it. On looking out the window of her climate controlled home she saw empty streets as far as her eyes could see. Wait what was that? A lone bird flying through the empty streets. She was confused for a second as to where she was, in another realm or very much down on earth in the city of Zikaria somewhere in the Middle East bordering an European country.  She and her husband both worked with a media conglomerate, her husband a renowned photographer was away covering the nearby human conflict or shall we say the war. No amount of sophisticated drones, camera lens or the ultimate processors and apps could hide or change the pain ravaged faces of the migrants, orphans or the bleak environment caused by destr...