Our ticket to the land of our forefathers was just a train journey away and freedom was just a bridge away.
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Our ticket to the land of our forefathers was just a train journey away and freedom was just a bridge away.
The tools had a conference to settle some complaints. Brother Hammer presided. Several suggested he should leave because he was too noisy."If I leave, then Brother Screw must go too. You have to turn him round and round to get him to accomplish anything.""If I leave, Brother Plane must leave too, for his work is … Continue reading CONFERENCE OF THE TOOLS
Manickam, where are we going? Down below, Sir. Please watch your step. How did you find this place? Actually, by fluke. I stopped my bike here. The wheel was wobbling. After setting it, just stood near the parapet to catch my breath. I glanced down and saw the darkness below. Thought it a likely place … Continue reading BELOW THE BELT
Let us visit Dakshinchithra when Uncle, Aunty and their kids come. Dakinshinchithra, what is that? DakshinaChitra is a heritage village that portrays the living beliefs of art, folk performing-arts, craft and architecture of South Indian traditions. . It has a research unit, crafts bazaar, playground anad an area to hold religious functions, stone workshop, and … Continue reading CRAFTING HERITAGE
Legend says a wise man invented a game to represent the kingdom consisting of the king himself, his queen, rooks, bishops, knights, and pawns, all of which were important. This was to convince his tyrannical Indian king, Shihram, of the importance of each resident of his kingdom. He then requested the king to put one … Continue reading TALES OF LIFE
I am His masterpiece, the work of His Hand,
Fashioned as His exhibit, though made of sand!
Calm down, He said, I know the way
I couldn't, for I loved my role so dear.
It seemed a waste to be held at bay,
When a million things pulled at me near.
"Most of the people in the village were a little envious of Binya’s blue umbrella. No one else had ever possessed one like it... Secretly, everyone admired it. Unlike the adults, the children didn’t have to pretend. They were full of praise for the umbrella. It was so light, so pretty, so bright a blue! … Continue reading MUCH ADO ABOUT AN UMBRELLA
Nature's example gives hope for mankind, to evolve and grow with each season of life, without resistance or solemn refrain though there maybe pain!
I have come too far to go back. Like a plane passing the point-of-no-return, so called because it would take more fuel to return than go forward!