David Herbert Lawrence was born in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire. His father was a coal miner, and Lawrence’s early novel, Sons and Lovers, gives a vivid description of what country life was then like in a mining community. He graduated from the Nottinghamshire university college and qualified as a teacher. His collected works represent an extended reflection … Continue reading Critical Analysis of ‘Piano’ by D. H. Lawrence
Everytime my mind wanders to my innocent past of crayons and strict bedtimes, my secret pet- A grey and white kitten- always invades my thoughts. It still amazes me that even after almost 10 years, the existence of my pet is still a secret. I had found it in the park, muddy and tired. It … Continue reading Rain
As I fingered the soft red petals, I was torn between the impulse of crushing the frail flower in agony and preserving the flower for an eternity. It was a symbol of love- found and lost. This flower that I plucked from beneath the neat folds of her hair was the only thing keeping me … Continue reading A Dead Red Flower
BY ANITHA CHAKRAVARTHY The sea could not touch her little feet, as she hopped back every time making it impossible for it to touch her. Her smile broadened every time she disappointed the wave. She chuckled in happiness about the little victory of her’s. The sea tried harder and harder only to fail every single … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand
The water is Dark; It then turns a deep Red; Then Orange and at last A shimmering, calm Blue, Now matching the flawless sky. A flower blooms; Pearl white petals opening up To steal the Sun's warm kiss At the break of dawn. A bird stuck its neck Out of its little hole. It chirps- … Continue reading At the Break of Dawn
The wind tugged at my coat; First gentle, then fierce. I knew it was useless to fight And so I gave in. It swept me off of my feet And pushed me back into long lost years. Not sure how far back it threw me, But once I got over the queasiness I found myself … Continue reading Those Old Days
