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Category: Ballads

  • the Cinderella story

    www.shoppersstop.com The town if you could call it was a congregation of a few motley houses, and a church. Though some time back affluent Portuguese families lived here now it was just heritage houses. Charles and his sister charlotte had come to this town as Charles had recover from an accident. He was the greatest…

  • Three tree

    The number three always fascinated Akshar, the primordial triangle emerging from the union of oneness and duality.  The magic of three seem to emerge everywhere. The Hindu thought talks of Kaya, vaacha, manasa, the body mind and soul, the Vedic Gods, Agni vayu varuna, the fire air and water, the later hindu icons Brahma Vishnu…

  • Jayadeva and my grandmother.

    SriVee was busy with his discourse. The ethos of bhakti, how the devotee saw his Lord everywhere. That the Lord resided in everyone, so all creatures were equal. Akshara was listening to the stock stories of shabari, shankaracharya all twisted to fit into the listening that SriVee was creating. Then came the story of the…

  • call of the valley

    Lush green fields of Goa, sunshine and beaches. Ram shackled houses Chinar Bibi, was transplanted from Kashmir, to Goa. She had lost her daughter in a bomb blast . Her son-in-law was responsible for the blast. When Javed Miya a jaipuri vendor suggested that they start a Kashmir emporium in Goa chinar and her husband relocated…

  • song of the siren

    the song of the siren Homer talks of these siren who sing such soulful songs, that enraptured the travelling sailors Maybe maybe not. Sometimes I wonder if the song of the siren was ethereal and enraptured because it would bring the song that was within, the secret visions and the unacknowledged fear. After all a…

  • Summer stories.

    Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.–Saul Bellow Sugarcane field near Bromo (Indonesia 2009) Summer memories that bring a smile on my face. there are so many, the high light of it all was unfailingly the 11th of April year after year in those magical years as child, before…