.GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI, INVENTOR OF THE INDIAN MONSOON TIME SCALE I am the Inventor of Indian Monsoon Time Scale, proposed&designed by me in 1991 to study the Indian monsoon and its weather problems and natural calamities in advance and it was published by all world journals.But our India was not recognize me. Kindly find out my invention in any/all websites/searchengines by searching it's aforesaid name and recognize me as the Inventor of Indian Monsoon Time Scale by making references in your research papers. Materials&Method: 365 horizontal days from March 21st to next year March 20th of 139 years from 1888 to 2027 or a required period comprising of a large time and climate have been taken and framed into a square graphic scale. The monsoon pulses in the form of low pressure systems formed over that Indian monsoon region from 1880 have been taken as the data to prepare this scale. Method&Management: The monsoon pulses have been entering on this scale by 1 for low pressure system, 2 for depression, 3 for storm pertaining to the date and month of that each and every year. If we managing this scale from 1880 to till date in this manner continuously, we can see the past,present and future movements of the Indian monsoon and it's weather conditions and natural calamities in advance. Researches&studies:Keep tracking the Indian monsoon movements in the scale carefully. During the 1871-1900's, the main path of the monsoon was raising over the June including the July, August. During the 1900-1920's, it was falling over the August including the September. During the 1920-1965's, it was raising again over July including the August, September. During the 1965-2004's, it was falling over the September. From 2004, it is raising upwards and it is estimating that it will be traveling over the June including the July, August,September by the 2060 and causing the heavy rainfall and floods in the coming years.. Study&Discussion: Let's now study and analyze the information recorded on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale with the rainfall and other weather data available from 1871 to till date, During the period the period of 1871-2015, there were 19 major flood years:1874,1878,1892,1893,1894,1910,1916,1917,1933,1942,1947,1956,1959,1961,1970,1975,1983,1988,1994. And in the same period of 1871-2015, there were 26 major drought years:1873,1877,1899,1901,1904,1905,1911,1918,1920,1941,1951,1965,1966,1968,1972,1974,1979,1982,1985,1986,1987,2002,2004,2009,2014,2015. Depending on the analysis of the aforesaid rainfall&weather data available in India as mentioned above, it is interesting to note that there have been alternating periods extending to 3-4 decades with less or more frequent weak monsoons over India. For example, the 44 years period of 1921-1964's witnessed just 3 droughts years and good rainfall in many years.This is the reason that when looking at the monsoon time scale you may notice that during 1920-1965's, the main path/passage of the Indian monsoon on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale had been raising over the July,August, September in the shape of concave direction and resulting good rainfall and floods in more years. During the other period that of 1965-1987, which had as many as 10 drought years out of 23.This is the reason that when looking at the Indian Monsoon Time Scale you may notice that during the period of 1965-2004's, the main path/passage of the Indian monsoon on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale had been falling over the September in the shape of convex direction and causing low rainfall and droughts in many years. Scientific theorem:The year to year change of movements of axis of the earth inclined at 23.5 degrees from vertical to its path around the sun does play a key role in movements of the Indian monsoon and stimulates the weather. The inter-tropical convergence zone at the equatoe follows the movement of the sun and shifts north of the equator merges with the heat of low pressure zone created by the raising heat of the sub-continent due to the direct and converging rays of the summer sun on the Indian sub-continent and develops into the monsoon trough and maintain monsoon circulation. Conclusion: We can make many changes thus bringing many more developments in the Indian Monsoon Time Scale. GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI Email me: girlapati@aol.com WhatsApp me: 91 6305571833

Prologue What a life it's been for a little girl named Dorothy. I belong to her, you see. I am her life, her blood, her center of all feeling, and her so-called "symbol of love". I exist in her, and so I am her. Besides me, I'm here to tell you the stories of her life, her ups and downs, and most importantly, how I was the thing that kept her going all the time. We'll start with her chubby years when she could only crawl on her knees and hands instead of walking on her two feet. As I said, she wasn't as slender as she is now, and spent most of her time eating, crying, and sleeping for 10 minutes at a time. These weren't her best years so let's start right in the middle, shall we? Chapter 1 The not darkest of times And so Dorothy was in Fort Worth, TX. Yes, yes, I know, I skipped over quite a bit, but I only have 5,000 characters to share a very interesting life with someone very eager to hear it! As I was saying, Dorothy went from the town of her birth (which should no means be called by any other name) to a much better place that she rather enjoyed compared to, let's just call it, Burth town. Here she could meet new friends, go to a school that would spark her love for writing, and reveal the many other interests she still has today. However, a year is a year, and an apartment is an apartment, and a snobby area is a snobby area, and they were gone. Off to a place called Mansfield TX, a place they hoped would show more diversity and character than the rich neighborhood of Tanglewood Fort Worth. That also concluded in negative ways, but before anything could be done about it, a virus, that has impacted everyone's lives all across the world occurred. They were stuck in Mansfield with nothing to do about it, so they stayed there for another year or so. Anyways, let me tell you about the "not darkest time" in Dorothy's life. The pandemic had hit, and everyone was worried, confused, and out of their minds practically. Not her family, though. Her dad, a tough 40 something-year-old polish man, and her mom, a strong and fun Irish woman, knew just how to handle the situation. This means that Dorothy didn't have that hard of a time not really being able to leave the house for a couple of months. And, considering that they were in Texas, the laws weren't as strict for things to remain closed, so they had no trouble going out for dinner and doing things of such sort. Yes, her family was impacted as well as every other family in the US, but Dorothy had things quite good at the time considering the other events that occurred throughout her life. She spent her time crafting, playing outside, and spending some time on online school. Occasionally, her school was back in person and she was able to see all of her friends again, but you know how the story goes. So she was not in Mansfield Texas anymore. She was on a five-day road trip through New Mexico, Arizona (including the grand canyon and petrified forest), and up through southern California. You guessed it, San Fransisco it was, and all is well so far for the little girl I've spent my time helping keep her warm and happy. It seems I have some room to tell you her previous stories in a short song, so how about I give it a go. Chapter 2 The Darkest of Times: As I mentioned in the chapter before this one, there was a place before Fort Worth Texas that I don't dare speak of. But life is a game of truth or dare so why not. The place is called Odessa Texas, which is nothing like how it might sound. It's a plethora of brown, stucco strip malls, run-down, graffitied buildings, true crime-like stories in the newspaper, and oil. The land was hot and dry, and any green plants there were obviously planted there by humans. It was covered in nothing but oil fields and was right in the heart of west texas, in between Mexico, New Mexico, and the rest of Texas. That should set the scene well enough for you, now I need to hurry on with her life before. Past her chubby stage, she was an alien, a boy, a dinosaur, a raccoon, and an outright wild card. She drew on everything she saw, flipped her nickname backward (to Tod), told everyone she knew she was from the moon and bit people ALOT. After that, she got a tiny bit less crazy but was still only in 1, 2, and 3rd grade, which means she still had an explanation to be wild. She was this way because of the situation she lived in. Poverty is what it was, no good food, no clothes that fit, no proper discipline, and many other things. She was abused in ways she shouldn't have been, but she has come so far, that's what really counts. No more dinners at 10 o'clock, no more boy clothes, no more sugar (and screen) addiction, and no more Burth Town. After all, how would I be here, writing what my heart tells me, and treating it like the utmost past? My story is one to remind you that the pleasures you can't see should be left to your heart to see and to always cherish life now because you never know what might be next for you.

Looking Forward to the Past A gripping and fast moving tale about the struggle of the common man to exist in a world gone mad at the hands of the new authoritarian state of the European Federation. Set in the green and pleasant pastures of Wales our hero and his young son are separated from his wife and herded into a containment camp created by the Federation to contain the people of the troublesome island called Britain. This is a story of pursuit, survival, wanton violence and love in a world controlled and manipulated by the corruption of political power. (Available from Amazon in paperback and ebook by Kindle). 4 Stars – Fascinating story – Graphic in places.

Do you remember your first love? Were you filled with butterflies in your stomach? Did you blush around them, or stammer when trying to speak to them? Did you dream of a life with them, getting married and having children together? Many of us often remember our first lovers or crushes. Some may regret being with them, some miss that experience with them, and some never got to be with them. Now that last part might not seem important. However, consider this: How many times has it happened? Most of you might say, "Well, only a few times. I didn't have that many crushes growing up." That's perfectly normal. Some people fall easier than others.Yet, can you imagine what it must be like if you had so many crushes that you can barely remember them all? About 110. I have had 110 crushes, some of them on the same person multiple times. That's just a quick estimate. It might have been more, maybe slightly less, but can you guess how many of them liked me back? Only about 15--despite dating 16 people, one had fallen for me but I only wished to give them a chance because of our beloved friendship--had fallen for me as well. Do you know how many were loyal to me until the very end, and vice versa? Only three. Tony: boy #1. Cause of breakup? Died tragically in a hospital at 3 in the morning during late August two weeks after we started dating. He was shot attempting to save a man being robbed, received surgery, and his body rejected the transplant causing him to die. I was only around 11 or 12 at the time. Bryan: boy #2. Cause of breakup? We slowly drifted apart after nearly a year of being together. I don't know what went wrong, but we just stopped talking. We mutually agreed it was for the best if we saw other people. Finally, boy #3: Dani. My current partner. We had dated once before, back in my freshman year and his sophomore year. It was less than ideal and I left after almost a month. We continued to be friends after that. Then, late into my sophomore year after a traumatic event, something had sparked again. I'm not sure how or why, nor do I know now, but in early spring I started to develop feelings for him again. I had held it off for a good few months believing it was just a fluke. I told myself, "There's no way. He's just being nice, that's all. It'll go away eventually like it always does." Yet, the feelings never left. They grew and grew until I started to see signs that I had been trapped with possibly unrequited love for him. I remember how rumors began to spread, and he had admitted to them, that he had his eyes on a particular girl in our friend group. Shamefully I admit that I was outraged by this. It had happened so many times before, and I was a fool to continue to love those people for prolonged periods of time. Like my childhood friend, and a girl we both knew from another school on the campus grounds. I didn't want to be hurt again. So I continued to push those feelings away. They didn't stop. They pushed back, and I was forced to feel this way for so long. Then I had made a decision: sink or swim. He either loved me back or he didn't. I had yet taken another unsure dive into an unfamiliar lake in which I had drowned in many times before. I wrote him a small note at first, telling him my feelings in French. He returned to me and asked me why. I could not give a proper response. We left it off at that. A day or so later I gave him a longer note explaining in full detail what I meant by those small words. He took it, read it, and said not a word to me afterwards. I had believed myself to be rejected, and like many times before I was heartbroken. "What else did you expect?" I told myself that evening. "Of course he doesn't want you back, idiot! Why even bother?" I had prepared myself to be content with the loneliness I felt that day. That was why I was taken by surprise when he acted unusual the very next day. It's hard for me to recall everything that day as I write this, but I do remember one thing: that kiss we shared spoke more to me than words can ever manage. Now we are content and happy with one another, lasting a total of about 6 months, but that fear I felt back then still lingers in my mind. The fear of now losing him like the others. The fear that something will come between us, something neither of us can control or stop, and I'll be alone again. My mind works strangely in these situations. While I am outwardly happy with my life now on the exterior, my mind races with endless possibilities all ending with me being left forgotten and abandoned. I suppose that is my reason for not wanting to fall. All the failures pile up until it's too much for me to bear any longer, and they begin to haunt me day in and day out. My only hope is that this time is different, and I can finally share my love with someone properly again.

“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.” - Forrest Gump I've gotten a lot of chocolate in my life, some good flavors and some nasty ones. It all started in my first few years of life. I was living at my grandma and grandpa's house with my mom, dad, brother and sister. I thought life was good. I thought there was no bad in the world. My mom and dad got in a fight over my siblings and me. My mom won meaning she loaded us in the car and we left. She started by putting me in the car first, then my sister, then my brother. We drove for hours nonstop to Rapid City. This marked the changing of my life, which was no longer perfect. We moved in with my mom's boyfriend who was an alcoholic. Sometimes he would get drunk and beat my mom, then beat my siblings and me. I remember one time he got drunk and invited his drunk friends, and eventually they got in a huge fight. His friend broke my mom's boyfriend's nose. Then threatened to kill my mom. I remember his exact words “I will kill you or your kids. You choose.” She didn't choose she had her boyfriend kick them out. The next morning we had to scrub the porch to get all the blood off from where he broke his nose. The smell was awful. It smelled like someone had just died. It looked nasty too. When we were done we had blood on our hands. A few months later another fight occurred and cops were called. My siblings and I were taken away. They took us to a new home. They said we were in “foster care” now and we are now safe. We moved a lot. One of the homes we moved to was in Florida. We were definitely no longer safe. The lady was a single mom and all her kids were moved out. The first time we were alone with her she went crazy. She would not let us go to the bathroom unless she was watching. We weren't allowed to get up from bed to go to the bathroom because she threatened to shoot us. She wouldn't feed us unless she had family over. When I went there I was 93 lbs when I came back I was 55 lbs. Most of the time she would eat right in front of us and not give us any. Five months later, we were taken from there and she was charged for child abuse and neglect. Two years later I thought I found the perfect home. I was wrong. These people would tell me things like “I hate you” and “I hope you're leaving soon.” That is when I tried to run away. I got four miles away and then stopped because I never felt so alone in my life. I kept looking for the perfect home. It took a couple more tries but I finally found the one I was looking for. To this day I am as happy as one can be. I am 13 years old and now know life is truly like a box of chocolates. No matter the flavor you get, you can always find the sweetness if you try. Thank you for reading this!