Some stories need to be said... Some need to be heard.
The best longform stories on the web
of books, food and friendship!
A journey to find new meaning after personal loss
In the Indian context
writer, storyteller, veteran (see BirchBark Editing.com and MaxieJaneFrazier.com for more)
And, yes, i love to limerick || Have tried to master the trick || Of the a a b b a rhyme || 'Tis a joy truly sublime || When a verse comes out slick and quick!
A life of books . . .
The fresh smell of life.
Mind over matter
When you look out, what do you see?
A fine WordPress.com site
and sometimes trying on new ones for fit (and looks)
Vanity, On A Royal Scale
The world through my lens.....
To Share... To Love... What better way than words
One Step at a Time
All that remains.
I like birds
Comics, Cartoons, Writings.
Malayalam mini-series
Learning something new every day.
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
November 14, 2015 at 3:09 pm
Seed, spawn, sperm
Sapling, pollywog, worm
How they emerge
With survival’s urge
And Nature’s beauty affirm!
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November 15, 2015 at 2:36 pm
Thank you Gulshan! Survival’s urge. It so is.
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December 14, 2015 at 10:42 am
That is a good question you pose
that our eyes remain all but close
that we fail to see our own metamorphose
from a bud into a lovely rose.
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