Have you ever walked into a furnace voluntarily?
I did, today; by just walking out on the road.
Not only are the palms of my hands tanned, but I'm also equipped with unmatched respect and understanding for all those who have no choice, but to labour in the open - be it the sun, or the ruthless sun.
We Indians love summer and it looks like summer is loving us back, a little too much!
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My Ammachi's Hut
Last night I dreamt of my Ammachi's hut It was different from what I'd known it to be; Bigger, with a few more rooms, And a backyar...
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Last night I dreamt of my Ammachi's hut It was different from what I'd known it to be; Bigger, with a few more rooms, And a backyar...
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Happens every year end, this. I sit and wonder, how in the world can one year go by so quickly! And every year is the same. A hearty mixture...
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