Experience Emotional Growth & Live a Better Life — To be emotionally mature is to consciously outgrow the daily challenges and unsettling feelings of our emotions and to be emotionally free. One of the more puzzling aspects of the way we are made is that our emotional development does not necessarily automatically keep pace with our physical growth. We…

A Quick Intro To Data Science — So why is data science in the analytics industry growing so rapidly? In 2019, the analytics industry had grown to $3.03 billion in size and was expected to double by 2025. Overall, the analytics industry currently accounts for almost 21% of the whole ID industry in India. …

Biblical Perspective On Racism — The first thing to understand in this discussion is that there is only one race, the human race. Caucasians, Africans, Asians, Indians, Arabs and Jews are not different races. Rather, they are different ethnicities of the human race. All human beings have the same physical characteristics as minor variations, of…

A Healthy Relationship — Do you ever see those couples on social media, who seem to have the perfect relationship? Apparently, a new theory said the best sign your relationship is doing well is when there is no sign of it online. This suggests that couples who overshare info about their relationship, pictures of…

Lesson for all — For the past month, the United Kingdom has experienced an intense situation of petrol shortages, leading drivers from all over the country to be in long queues at petrol stations for fuel purchasing. Such events of panic buying, highly resemble past circumstances of COVID-19, when toilet paper was in shortage…

Poem —

Poem — Morning in my alley, sun through the window Mr. handyman gives the drill a truce The cock rests, the child laughs Today there are no tantrums, everything says yes the couple at war on the second floor Made up, is out there dating Every day is a chore A load…

Poem — I went to see my beloved There under a garden I gave you a red rose to remember me I went to see my baby Thereby the side of a pass I gave you my linen handkerchief Which is the finest I went to see a maiden in a nacelle sleeping I gave you a silk quilt to cover herself in it I went to see a single lady In a spinning room I gave you a red rose I went to see my beloved There in the fields, I went to see

Poem — Want fate that I don’t believe in fate And my fate is not having any fate at all Singing it well without even having felt it Feeling it like no one, but having no sense at all Oh what a sadness, this is my joy Oh what joy, this so…