Autobiography of a doll Tickle me in my sides and I don’t laugh. Prick me with a needle and to drop of blood comes out. Abuse me but I don’t feel insulted. Flatter me but I do not feel puffed up. Do not be taken aback! I am not the stuff which you are made of. I am made up of soft cotton rags. My tongue never moves in my mouth....

A day in the life of a student Essay No. 01   If you have to see a carefree and happy life, or you have to study a life of discipline and devotion, you will have to go and see none else but as student. The life of a student is a queer miscue of so many things. A glimpse into the life of student will make an interesting reading. The...

A visit to a Restaurant My long cherished desire was fulfilled only yesterday when I could visit a posh restaurant in New Delhi. This restaurant is situated in Connaught Place. I was in awe reached there; neatly dressed Durban saluted us and showed us the way in by opening the door. We were now in a big and beautiful hall. It was really an attractive place. Light arrangement was beautiful. Beautiful...

A place of Historical Importance Delhi is famous for its historical monuments. Every year tourists come from all parts of the world to see them. Once I went to see the Qutab Minar, a tower situated at about eleven miles from Delhi. It is said that the Minar was built by Prithvi Raj for his daughter Bela, who nosed to have a look at the Jamuna daily before her meals. The...

Essay No. 01   Your visit to a holy place of Pilgrimage India is a land of holy places and there is no dearth of Pilgrims in this country. Our biggest centers of pilgrimage are Badri Nath, Puri, Rameshwaram, and Allahabad on the occasion of Kumbh, Hardwar, Kurukshetra and Garhmukteshwar. Perhaps the largest number of people gathers at Allahabad and Garhmukgteshwar. I also visited Garhmukteshwar on Kartik Purnima and had an...

A Visit to a Ration Shop “It is my turn,” said one. “No, it is mine, I came first,” roared the other. “Let us have patience and wait for our respective turns,” suggested the third. A big queue was there and everybody seemed to be in a hurry. But this was not the scene at the ticket window of any cinema house. Nor it was the booking office at any railway...