country roads take me home.

with the golden hue from joga, the gentle flow of Thunga, the iron strength of the sahyadri mountain range, oh! mother of mine is your greatness celebrated.

 

the town i grew up, nestles between the Arabian sea and the western ghats in India. A temple town whose claim to fame is the temple of Lord Krishna and the Medical college.

It was the land where the tigers roamed until man with his ambition killed nature and built a concrete jungle.

The sea with its infinite strength and capacity to assimilate, the sand that does not adhere, the Patron saint who is believed to be the incarnation of the wind god, a Paternal grandmother from the foot hills of the mountain.

I am indeed blessed

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parwatisingari

full time mother and role play at being, dentist,dramatist, dancer, dreamer

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