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Hullo! This is Anika Bhuta. Today, I wanted to write about something showing the different perspectives on life, and what better place to express them? This article is written taking inspiration from the airport I live near, and the baggage that comes with it. Without further ado, I give you, Jet Trails. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I live near an airport, and to say it is a disturbance would be an understatement. Airplanes fly across any time of the day (or night, for that matter); and bring with them an intrusive noise that is impossible to ignore. Not only the noise, every time one of those flying monstrosities passes overhead, it brings with it a shaking of the very concrete that makes up my apartment complex. This noise is a constant inconvenience that I've dealt with my entire life, but only recently did I discover another perspective on it. One day, as I sat down at my study...

World Peace is something that almost seems unachievable. 7 billion people on this planet have been fighting constantly since centuries on who was the real creator of this world, but these same people do not realise that it’s just one world, and the fight over its creator has already killed millions over the years and will continue to kill millions of innocent souls over the coming years. Recently two back to back 2 attacks in New York and Denver are an evident proof and a small glimpse of  what may happen in the future if the war over religion continues. Today we present to you a poem which somewhere expresses the feelings of our kids today, and the innocent yet thoughtful question they may ask their parents today or maybe even in the future. World is a family is what our books tell us, But we see war all around us, A war where they fight in the name of God and Allah, But God rests so peacefully, be it in church, mosque or a gurudwara, The elders waste the world resource...