Tag: lassie gab

  • Wish list ter santa.

    Originally posted on Parwatisingari's Weblog: Hello santa, I am pondering over my wish list for Christmas. This letter is to  Santa Claus who sings and lives in the North Pole  and  not Santa Singh friend of Banta Singh. I knew of your existences when I was a little girl at Manipal. You were there…

  • Down the Memory lane.

    We are busy  planning for tomorrows Ramleela it is a student production and at the break, Mrs.Padmashree Josalkar and I were discussing our growing up, Padmashree is from the famous Gubbi theatre, she was talking of how the kids of the family would step in small roles, and as little kids they would forget that…

  • Wish list ter santa.

    Hello santa, I am pondering over my wish list for Christmas. This letter is to  Santa Claus who sings and lives in the North Pole  and  not Santa Singh friend of Banta Singh. I knew of your existences when I was a little girl at Manipal. You were there at the church ,giving us gifts…

  • When I was Young…

    #BachpanWithFlinto A legacy I received… I wish I could hand it down Do I remember the good old days, of course the time I we played hide and seek and how we played it climbing roof tops and tree tops, baking when our mothers were not around, waiting for the letters from cousins after holidays,…

  • Aah! for some refreshment.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQ3uhnByS1k Rain drops  and roses and whiskers and  kitten, Blue satin ribbons and warm woollen mittens These are a few of my favourite things The sleeping murder is about a woman who remembers seeing a murder when she was about 2yrs, she did not remember who, and did not remember anything else  of course through…

  • walk down the street.

    I have just been going through the golden jubilee souvenir of Manipal mahila samaj. So many memories are refreshed, the people who were part of our life, and enriched it with their presence. I now acknowledge the relevance of a souvenir. The era before the television tigers, the community of campus children had not yet…