Speak English Fastly and Fluently: Mastering English Through Reading

By Arshad Usmani All of us live with our past. All of us allow it to shape our future. But some of us know how to shrug the past. I think that is who I am...  Although I was not like this always until one day which changed my whole life. That was the day when I decided to die and even my parents would have totally supported it.They are that good and believed in me. And that actually keeps me going because I am not the usual. I am weird. Why not, normal is so boring. It's just about perception or any sane being would have looked at my life to gasp in horror and call it dull, miserable and monotonous. But I feel proud when my teachers made me stand in front of the class and said, "Look, this is the student you all should try to become. I am sure you can never be like her as she is one and only. She is the best, been student of the year every year, always topped the class and every competition and this year awaits wonders in inter school board exams for her."  At noon I sat...

In this magical realm conjured by J.K. Rowling, we find ourselves amidst the stirring adventures of a young wizard named Harry Potter. The series has captured the imaginations of readers far and wide, weaving tales of friendship, bravery, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. Yet, as I traverse these enchanted pages, I cannot help but notice certain aspects that give me pause. The narrative unfolds with a relentless pace, each chapter brimming with incident and spectacle. The plot's momentum propels us forward, leaving little room for introspection or lingering contemplation. While Rowling's vivid imagination summons forth a fantastical world, the characters occasionally seem eclipsed by the magic that surrounds them. The portraits are imbued with individual quirks, but I find myself yearning for a deeper exploration of their interior lives—the emotions that ripple beneath their actions, the doubts that haunt their souls. In the exuberance of her storytelling, Rowli...

A WOMAN’S SOUL  (Part - 1) CHAPTER I BEHIND THE FOOTLIGHTS “Good-night! Good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good-night till it be morrow!” The speaker was a young girl, who stood in the middle of the room, her hands clasped, her head bent forward, her eyes fixed in a dreamy rapture, and the remark was addressed to—no one. She paused, sighed a little—not from impatience, but with a wistful dissatisfaction—and absently moved to the window, through which the last rays of the June sun were flickering redly. She stood there for a moment or two, then began to pace the room with a lithe, undulating grace. It was a pity that she was alone, because such beauty and grace were wasted on the desert air of the rather grim and dingy room. It was a pity that Sir John Everett Millais, or Mr. Edwin Long, or some other of the great portrait painters were not present to transfer her beauty of face and form, for it was a loveliness of no common order. Many a poet’s pen had attemp...

Amidst the golden rays of a languid afternoon on the Baasi of Eid, Arina and Jodi found themselves strolling through the fields of Khetwa ke Daade. The air was filled with the earthy aroma of ripened crops, and the soft whispers of the wind danced through their hair. A sense of tranquility enveloped them, as if time itself had paused to witness the unfolding of an ethereal connection. As they walked side by side, Arina's eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and Jodi was captivated by her radiant presence. They exchanged tender glances, their hearts speaking a language beyond words. In the embrace of nature's sanctuary, they felt an inexplicable bond, as if they had known each other for lifetimes. "Isn't this place enchanting, Jodi?" Arina's voice was a melodic symphony, resonating with the serenity of the fields. Jodi smiled, his eyes mirroring the azure sky above. "Indeed, it feels like we've stumbled upon a secret haven where time slows down....