Sitting in the last vestiges ofmy childhood winter gardenSound of coo-woo reverberates around. The cry of koelReminds not only of SummersBut also of examination seasonOf School and then College. Of anxiety and trepidationSometimes panic,That mind may go blank. Was it fear of failureOr of moving up one stepon the ladder of Life?That unexplainable feeling...When I... Continue Reading →
The all too brief spell of SpringAfter the not too cold Winter,Gives way to the heat of Summers. The dying flowers of winterAnd the ShalmaliSpread their last burst of colours. The brightening sunshineAnd the golden yellow of AmaltasThe flaming red-orange of GulmoharHerald the way to Summers.