The history of Assam is shaped by a union of people from the east, west and the north, the convergence of the Tibeto-Burman, Indo-Aryan, Austro-Asiatic cultures and many more. The history of Assam has been derived from multiple sources. Some like Ramayana, Mahabharata, Kalika Purana, Yogini Tantra, Bishnu Purana, etc has the pre history of Assam as Pragjyotishpur. Later, during the ancient times, Prasastis of Samudragupta also has mentions about Kamarupa, the various rock inscriptions, copper plates, royal grants, etc. During the medieval times the buranjis of Ahom Kingdom says a lot about Assam History. The country known as Pragjyotisha in most ancient times and as Kamarupa in medieval times has been mentioned in both Ramayana and Mahabharata. The ancient name of Guwahati was Pragjyotishpur. Prehistoric Assam is reconstructed from epics and literature from early times. According to Mahabharata, Pragjyotishpur included the area of the greater part of modern Assam together with ...
She was
standing at a corner of the road where hardly anyone can notice her. Wearing a
frock which was ripped she was incessantly looking at me. Probably she was
crying before and after i looked at her, she wiped those. I went to her and offered my hand to hold it.
At first she was perplexed. For a girl like her it was something unusual
because she was just a little pauper girl. I took her hand and rubbed them and
when i looked in her eyes I saw that delight in her eyes which gave me immense
happiness which is hard to describe in words. I am thinking that why we people
always ignore those little souls? There are thousands of children like that
girl in our country. But no one is giving attention to them. Not even their
parents. They are sent to work. Why it is happening? Because they are poor they
are earning money by sacrificing their childhood? They have stopped dreaming
about their life. These days laws are made but i don’t think anyone is
following it. Why can’t people see their silent cries? That girl made me feel
that I am so selfish. I used to waste foods, buy clothes unnecessarily, did all
those silly things which was too wrong to be done. She didn’t said anything to
me but her eyes said hundreds of words. Today, whenever I step forward to do
such things i hear a voice stopping me to do that. And i know it is my heart
that keeps me reminding about that pauper girl who unknowingly taught me a
lesson in my life.
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