Beautiful Nature, Poems and Education

​ Horror in Bargarh: Part One ​By C. Acharya ​ [SCENE START] ​ SCENE 1: THE RESTAURANT - DINING AREA (A family sits at a dimly lit table. Plates of fresh Chole Bhature and tandoori are being served.) ​ MOTA BHAI :(eating enthusiastically) Waiter, bring two more plates! BITTU :(scolding him gently) You dropped a bit. KITU :(smiles, handing over a piece of food) Here, half and a bite slice of the tandoor. SRISHTI :(rejoicing) Oh, butter with bread! WAITER 1: More mayonnaise! More sauce! And a grace of crunchies! ​(An 8-year-old child at the table speaks up) 8-YEAR-OLD (Kitu): I drank too much! Excuse me. WAITER 1 : To the left, my grace. ​ MOTA BHAI : All the lies, it is wing, it flies! BITTU : What's the leg for? SRISHTI : To walk right into your plate, we think. WAITER 1 :(suddenly pointing) There is a man in the hallway. BITTU : Dad, you can bring that sad little fellow over here. SRISHTI :(scolding) It's your uncle! Chipku. ​ WAITER 1 : He sits at the reception on the right...

THE GAMLA VIEW

"Naraj nahi ye dunia"- C. Acharya Hawa mein sirf mein tha udta hua, Naraj nahi ye dunia,  sham ki rosni tej nahi thi,  aur badalon ki ghata si meri zindagi thi Doston ki ek pyali thi, Jab tuti toh na, bund bharke pani thi. Kya khub toh woh surat thi. Hawa mein sirf mein tha udta hua, Naraj nahi ye dunia,  sirf dhunden nigahein raste,  jo hum na le saken aur jo wo chale gaye

A story by C. Acharya

"Evening sky"- C. Acharya As i stand tall across the Cries , Clouds of evening sky, Pretty as a mocking bird, To monkies that jump on your try, Brave little spider, no whistle , no cry. Hot air chill thrill, cold is no dry, i hope you see, clouds of evening sky.