My name is rISHI, Maharshi Kashyap.

I am four and half years old. My birth day is in April, after 18 days from beginning and before 11 days from the end of the month. Please wish me every year.

I live in Khanamukh, in my grandfather’s home. Actually my father, mother, uncle and my grandmother live here. It’s a well decorated simple house. Not so big not so small as like as me…

This is my father. He is Mr. Dhiraj Kalita. My father is a businessman.




This is my mother. She is Smt Purnima Kalita.



This is my Grand mother, Mrs. Rebati Kalita.


This is Bapu.
Bapu means Bapu. He is Chandan Kalita.

All of they love me most.







My Grand father had died in 2001, before my birth. We all miss him very much.




Oh ho, I forget…. I read in Saint Cleart’s Convent High School situated at Azara.(near sos children’s village) I read in Lower Kinder GarTen Class. All miss of the school are very good but our class miss is very very good. She loves us n teach us very well.


I have a little sister also. khushi , Lopamudra Bharadwaj. She is only four years old. We read in same school and same class. We play together in home .
I like to play boxing as like as Lord Krishna did. I like the T.V. serial Krishna and Anandi. I like to playing computer with bapu. I have my own computer also.

love, a silent killer

If you want to kill someone, advice him to fall in love seriously, not technically. He will die automatically soon. Love is slow poison like marijuana, like cocaine.



When at first he tries it, he will up to the heaven high. He dance with the variety of Angels, they sing with him, dance with him and at last he will allow sleeping in their laps.


He be another person. All worlds being cute and superb throw his eyes. He gets beauty in the nail of an ass too.

Day by day he goes inside of love. All of his body feels uncomfortable with out love; flows of blood stops without love. Beating of heart unfrequented without love.
He thinks only love, eat only love, and drink only love…….
He does nothing expect love….
Love love love


His aim is love, his life is love…
He self become love.
All parts of his body turn into love

Now the climax of the game starts.
.
Love is a soft and sophisticate things.
But the rest part of life is not like love. It is rough and stiff. He can not step up here properly. His every step here become to and fro.
He can do any work properly. Realizing the difference of relativity and reality, he can not change his life. The times he spends with love can never return back. He puzzled.
He has now just to compromise. Compromise to everything. Compromise to self. Slowly he turns like a machine. A machine which starts and off with switch. Love is now habit for him, not the symbol of emotions.

But the softness of love always needs emotions, not the routine. Love can not with the person which have not any self identity, self confidence.
Love trying to avoid him.
Now he has no friend to share, no love to care …..

He just live to live….

Day by day he begun isolated. He been frustrate.

And die one day.