The Raphel Angel 12

IMAGERY WRITING      The waves of the sea crying aloud was heard in the charming shores of the pretty sea who is beautiful even in the peak of darkness and dryness. The heart-breaking cry heard was of the little boy who was struggling to sustain his breath in the horrible, deadly waves. The good-looking gentleman, politely dressed, as attractive as a proudly exposed Eiffel tower although caught with the helpless waving hands of the little boy, tried to change his eyes deliberately from him just like a duck escaping from strangers. But after a while his heart was struck with a touch of repentance and he wept like a little helpless cuckoo bird crying for her mother in her lonely falls. He just got a bottle that flew to him through the slow hands of sea wave. He took the bottle and sighed like a lost runner. He put a paper written with “help” in it and placed it in the seashore as a monument for the helpless and needy, a call to open heart for other’s needs.    

JNCites bounce back to college Bangalore: Students of Jyoti Nivas College we're excited to come back to college after a prolonged lockdown due to pandemic. Though there was the ongoing pandemic, they took all precautions and returned to college. It was interesting to know the experiences of students on being back on campus. Rosmin from 2 nd MEC said, " it was difficult to manage classes as they were scheduled at irregular timings". She prefers offline classes as she can concentrate better and can clarify doubts easily.  "Offline classes are more relaxing", said Merrin from 2 nd PCM. As a student from science she felt it difficult to understand the practicals, while during offline classes she is able to experience things in real and understand better.  " The friendship bond is not the same as before", said Sherin from 3 rd HECOS. She feels hectic during the online classes as they have to sit for a long time. She added that there is a lot of physical and...

  MY HAIKU The joy of my heart where I found my total love filled Jesus ! my loving partner.

  THE TRGIC BEATS OF A FLOOD  It was an ever memorable period of my life- the terrifying flood of about one week- that fired several new thoughts and visuals in my heart. I realized the grief of separation, loneliness and indeed helplessness. THE FIRST STORY It was an ordinary day with my usual routines. I completed all my duties as a religious in my ministry and was getting ready to return back to my provincial house. As soon as I got my things packed, I rushed to my superior father to say a bye bye. And at that sparking instant, I understood water had raised it's hands over my way and blocked all possible chances of my return. I managed to make myself calm with the contradicting situation though it was not easy. Standing at the corridor of the Church I thought of the misfortunate souls who has lost food, shelter, relations in a flash of disaster. When we remain fortunate we often do not value the blessings and power showered from above. The sparks of misfortunes opens our ey...