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Category: Ballads

  • Haem an’ hearth.

    You must be wondering who I am or which era I belong to. Well I am the collective memory. When anyone thinks of an English country home and hearth and joy I am the picture that they create. Many families have lived in my hearth, few have made them home. If you thought home was…

  • UnSung Ballad.

  • 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…