To be out in the open air early in the morning, watching the birds slowly becoming active (yes, Bangalore birds are as slow as the rest of us, activity in these cloudy days only starts at around 7.30 or 8 AM!)….it’s a great joy.
What a lovely weekend….I got to go to the Valley School area on both Saturday (with Bharat, Pratima , Vijay etc) and on Sunday ( Mahesh Devarajan and
Why would this motorcyclist be so, even though a witty person?
Three months have gone by. Life goes on as before.. With unexpected and sudden Dagger-stabs of sorrow. I keep them hidden. The wounds bleed into my heart… Or is it my heart that bleeds? Why do these seeds Of sorrow tear me apart? When will I cross the ocean of woe And reach serenity’s shore? We didn’t speak to each other often…then why Do quick tears make my eyes sting and smart?