The Wonders of Expression

Emotions can be expressed in various ways. Dance,music,art,literature.....the list seems endless. For me, writing is one of the most important forms of expression. A well-written and motivating article can move a country into rebellion and urge them to fight for justice. For example,'Kesari', the Marathi newspaper founded by Bal Gangadhar Tilak,a prominent leader of the Indian Independence movement ,ignited fires of fury and thoughts of an uprising in the minds of the Marathi people,which in turn led to a revolution that is still remembered today. Gandhiji's autobiography,"My Experiments with Truth" continues to inspire millions of people,not only in India,but around the globe. Novels, irrespective of any genre express a part of the author's vivid and wild imagination ,which many a time stirs a passion of writing inside many to-be authors.Art,another beautiful tool of expression,when interpreted correctly conveys powerful messages. Few of us are blessed with the talent of deciphering the messages hidden in those stunning abstract paintings. Expression is essential in life. Only when we express, can other people understand our true feelings. Without expressing, people will consider you as a blank human being or at times even shrewd! The Indian Constituent Assembly has rightly included The Right To Freedom as one of the Fundamental Rights of the Indian Constitution. The freedom of expression leaves every person to put across his/her thoughts....which can lead to great things.

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Colour.

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