I write, spontaneously the thought descends
The maiden visit to a hill transcends
Neither a suburban look, nor a village mound
Not an ourskirt, neither purlieu
The viscinity beset had its charm
The evening was ...
When it passed by, I can’t say
When the world was too tiny like a doll
Alike a fairy scroll.
During season May, we used to sing and play
But those few days have ...
Though many things we forget
With many cravings still left
With some favours kept
And nothing being in debt
If from the past gone, nothing is in gain
Then its our fault, as it never ...
I find it strange of how people react to food vis-a-vis their religion. Most of this strange thing is related to methods and reasons for taking/not-taking non-veg food - though ...