Renika Anand

Sometimes, when I hear the wind whistling through the trees and rustling the old branches, I am reminded of the Peepal tree and the secret song that it hides in every leaf.

There was a myth about a group of villagers who lived in the Solomon Islands.

I have always found the ocean to be a rather enchanting place.

Our history often shapes itself into a part of our identity.

Have you ever wondered what our planet looks like from space?

At some point in our childhood, all of us would have found ourselves with a large lump of modelling clay in our hands.

Can you imagine the beauty of a city at night? The colours that swim in the blue glass windows of skyscrapers?

Pressure makes diamonds. This seems to be a strange but common phrase that many people have at the tip of the tongue, ready to dispense to a young person struggling with all of the new loads that growing up brings to them.

When people grow old, they begin to treasure memories. They treasure the pale flower petal that they pressed against the page of a journal years ago.

Success is a beacon that attracts the best qualities from within young people.

It is in the nature of all things to seek stability and equilibrium.

Purpose is a rather subjective concept. It can take on different shapes to different people, and for some, the idea of having purpose itself is meaningless.

The progress of life is often compared with a river. Life, like a river, is dotted with obstacles at times.