Children’s day made me feel a bit nostalgic. Here are my memories of a wonderful childhood, despite the scoldings and whacks. (They were so normal at that time) We ran with bare feet,On soft muddy streets.Played on wide open grounds,With green grass around.When leaves became chapattis,And stones became rice,What fun it was playing saakli,And “dhaba…
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Today is World Poetry Day, and the theme for this year is “Poetry as a bridge for peace and inclusion”. I think this is a wonderful theme and something that is so needed in the world right now. Everywhere you look, everything you read, all you hear around you, is hate hate hate; anger, anger,…
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Six years! I can hardly believe it’s been six years since that fateful day. The doctor’s face is a blur. I just remember he had a beard. The clock was huge with a yellow and gold rim; the numbers large and the time was two forty a.m.. Of course that was not the time on…
Read moreSwachh Bharat? Swachh Nothing #2
The Secrets In The Compound Be careful when you walk in our compound There’s no telling what you will find. You will see so many things You’ll find secrets of every kind As I walk my dog around, Without having snooped, I know what my neighbours have been up to. I know someone’s baby has…
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