A few Flashes

I don't like a seasonal bird like cuckoo, though its call is very beautiful. I would rather prefer the crow, which will pay its timely visit for the crusts and crumbs on every single day of the year, and ask for its share, if I make any delay.

A pet dog, very religiously, keeps in mind the inhabitants of the house, whereas a pet cat only remembers the house, not its inhabitants.

Even if my continent goes under water due to some natural calamity, (heaven forbids, that never happens), and I have to die, I will die with a great consolation, if people in some other continent(s) survive. They will carry forward this civilization of mankind.

I find myself at a loss when I am unable to make someone accept the good habits of daily life, and become disciplined.

One must try to hold back a bit, his habit of consumption. Whatever one can consume is not always honourable to consume.

Sometimes prudence is given the colour of ego by those who are less able intellectually and rationally. They are great egoists themselves. Ego is the characteristic of nourishing an idea that what I think, know and utter are ultimate. There can be nothing beyond that.

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