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Nature

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower

She then expatiated very warmly upon the advantages I should reap from her plan; talked in a high style of my future grandeur; assured me how heartily I should despise almost every body and every thing I had hitherto seen; predicted my marrying into some family of the

Harini Banerjee

Oct 21, 2019

Technology

Bangladesh has developed plastic alternative using jute

Dr. Johnson, as usual, spoke contemptuously of Colley Cibber. 'It is wonderful that a man, who for forty years had lived with the great and the witty, should have acquired so ill the talents of conversation: and he had but half to furnish; for one half of what he said was oaths.

Ishan Sharma

Oct 21, 2019

Nature

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous

Though thus elevated into fame, and conscious of uncommon powers, he had not that bustling confidence, or, I may rather say, that animated ambition, which one might have supposed would have urged him to endeavour at rising in life. But such was his inflexible dignity of character

Surabhi Gupta

Oct 21, 2019

Technology

New tech innovation for low cost ocean cleanup

Nearly a year later, in the month of October, London was startled by a crime of singular ferocity and rendered all the more notable by the high position of the victim. The details were few and startling. A maid servant living alone in a house not far from the river.

Apurba Talukdar

Oct 20, 2019

Nature

My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature

I could not tell the others of the day's discovery till we were alone; so after dinner--followed by a little music to save appearances even amongst ourselves--I took Mina to her room and left her to go to bed.

Surabhi Gupta

Oct 20, 2019

Nature

With age, comes wisdom. With travel, comes understanding

It was a cold morning of the early spring, and we sat after breakfast on either side of a cheery fire in the old room at Baker Street. A thick fog rolled down between the lines of dun-coloured houses, and the opposing windows loomed like dark, shapeless blurs through the heavy yellow wreaths.

Apurba Talukdar

Oct 20, 2019