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Tag: Kissan

  • Getting my Hands dirty

    Here I am working my morning pages. Strangely the things that come in space are gardening, trekking and swimming in the river and not what I thought were my standard hobbies that are theatre and dancing. Strange isn’t it. Even as a child when I was very upset a walk in the garden or sitting…

  • Uir spyug friends.

    Somewhere a bird sings, its chant hang plaintive and melancholy fills in the still air… I think it’s a lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them you will hear its mate call back in a moment. The silent woods that…