Dhruv Shah's blogs

Suresh Shah Pearl Gardens 4106 Surat, Gujarat Dear Grandpa,  I hope your medical condition has improved. Since my birthday is coming up, I thought I should tell you what I want as my present. A smartphone would be the perfect gift for me as it would help me with my academics and help me contact anyone immediately. Firstly, a smartphone has several apps to aid with my education, like Byju’s. Once I finish studying a certain chapter, I can watch a video to summarize it and solve all of my doubts. In case I have a query with some question, I could call the respective subject teacher and have it explained instantly. As a fun way to learn, the internet has several websites which encourage learning by playing games to stimulate the interest in learners, such as me, a very efficient way to comprehend the topic, obviating the need for rote learning. Secondly, as you know, I usually commute alone to all of my classes. Mom and Dad are constantly worried about me, staying restless until I ret...

 Q) You are making coffee in a mug when your friend comes in and tells you that your sister is sitting outside. You don't have any siblings. Continue the story. “What in the world are you talking about?” I was perplexed, “I don’t have any siblings!”  I dropped the mug, which shattered instantly, and ran past my friend to look at a seventeen-year-old blonde girl, who sat on my couch, wearing filthy pants, an overused tee, and brown boots smothered with dirt. Freddy, my friend, winded, asked, “If she…not…sister…who is she?” Knowing nothing at all, I kneeled and gently questioned the girl, “Hello, I’m Jake. Who are you?” “I am Rachel,” she replied innocently. “Where are your parents Rachel?” “ Seth , the wicked man, kidnapped them,” she trembled with fear and accentuated the word Seth as if there could only be one man as malevolent as him. There was a moment of silence. Freddy, who was also my police partner, broke it and started babbling, “Seth, the leader of the biggest crimina...

The woman from the Zanskar valley in the Himalayas looked pretty old. Her hair were as grey as smoke. Her face looked like it had been cut and stitched back several times. A tired look was hidden behind her eyes as if saying that I can’t work anymore. A simple smile was indicating that she was happy with the way she was living, no longer wanting anything but peaceful life. She gave the feeling of an old, almost withered flower just blooming for the final time with a sense of satisfaction and pride. She was like a broken umbrella, trying her best to survive the harsh and cruel rain of this world and standing her position but knowing that she would not last long. She felt like a torn blanket trying to comfort you but not to the fullest. She gave the vibes of a bright and shining sun after a long, cold winter night. She was like warm cocoa on a cold, rainy day. Her voice was thin, nearly inaudible, but pleasure lay behind it. It was like a distant noise of a bell, ringing far away, hoping...

A tall, Caucasian man stood on the terrace of the Central Park tower, in the isolated, deserted, Central Avenue. He told his son, “Let me tell you a story of an incident which took place here four years ago on this very day.” He started narrating the story of a detective Daniel Decker on an indelible night four years ago. Daniel had learned that his son, Adam, along with other detectives’ children, was kidnapped and held hostage at the Central Park tower by Al-Bakshir, a ruthless gang. Unnerved, Daniel hurried to the Central Park tower. When he reached, officer Falman briefed him about the situation. Al-Bakshir had taken control of the Central Park Tower and demanded their head to be released along with $50 million. Decker knew that he could not give in to their absurd demands, but the lives of Adam and other people were on the line. Just then, from the terrace, he saw Adam appear, “Help me, Dad!” The officers had never seen the composed detective so perturbed before. Under immense pre...