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Fathima

                                                                                It’s been a long while since I opened my cupboard, where I stored my nostalgias. I found a box, a black box, just curious to know what was inside. I opened it, and yes, it was a treasure—an old rakhi. Suddenly my mind uttered, "Fathima." A cute girl with a sweet voice and a radiant smile, my junior. An unexpected visitor who walked into my life and became a piece of my heart. My thoughts wandered back to her presence, to the days of my teenage years, To the times we shared, roaming the school corridors and playing on the grounds. The care you gave me, just like only a little sister could. It was you, my sister in spirit. The love you had for music and your dreams of playing the guitar, The moments we spent immer...
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Article:- Be yourself, Be the Hero of your own story

 


Be yourself, Be the Hero of your own story

Being the hero of your own story isn’t about to act like a star. It means to overcome and face the problems,what ever or whom so ever it is. Once you succeed and achieve your aim in your life then you will come to know that you are the hero of your own story.

But for that, one of the most important thing is “to be yourself”.

In this society most of the people are a unsung heroes. The one who does great deeds but receives little or no recognition for them. But nobody looks that who we are. But we can realize that we are a hero who did the great deeds for other by having a real courage. We get nothing, we won’t be richer we won’t appear on TV, still anonymous and not a bit more famous. What we receive are the emotions and witness happiness reach a deeper understanding.

I would say we should face every problems and pain because this things help us to rise up even more stronger to become success in your life.
Always be a ideal person in your life, always be truthful , always be honest. Always learn to be become a better leader and person so you could become a better manager.


Siddharth P Nair


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Fathima

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