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Shared by Deepa Naveen May be Two years back….one of the proud school in Chennai where all felt admission is impossible!!!   To get UKG admission for my friend’s daughter I too went there. For that admission my friend had studied a lot than his daughter .   The child could not understand why they …

I let it go

If it’s mine, it will come back. i suppose we should attribute all anxieties to the increase in channels of communication. when one channel gets blocked, there is’nt a moment to waste to check out the others. why the flutter to check the phone for missed calls, messages and mails ..that too frequently. When postal …

Why I love stargazing

Balvihar April 2018 I love stargazing…makes me feel so alive –  a part of the spectacular universe. Why? Prolly the easiest thing to do; spending nothing else but time and receiving so much in return. I remember I have been doing it since my childhood days…… transporting myself to another world that I claim to be …

Nature and You

Golden are those moments You spend with nature You can think of nothing else You can’t hear the church bells You will see only the greatness Of all that brings you happiness The cool breeze over the trees Keeps saying – “Be with me please” The sunshine and the skies so blue Are always there, …

Together

Hand in hand we walked together Among leaves none bothered to gather The trees stood bare on either side Those nests they now did not hide. Here and there a chirp was heard The call of an unseen bird. The moon came out with its silver rays Making us want to go into space Closing …

Those little hands

In our land hidden are many Hands that work hard for a penny Hands at the loom all day and night Weaving a mile long carpet bright Hands forced to work by heartless kicks Hands hurt by hot tongs and bricks Hands that are by bonds held tight Hands wishing their future was all right …

The Wish

    The autumn wind blew noisily Over the big, strong tree The dancing leaf let go its hold It wanted to see the sea Down it came sailing thro’the wind And landed on the river That ran beneath the big, strong tree. The leaf was filled with glee It was going to see the …

Realisation

I opened my eyes to find myself In a long corridor – the world. At the end of it, I saw Something shining bright Was it what they called the sun? How lovely? Could I touch it? My merry little laugh echoed And I – the infant, was scared. I slowly crawled forward – me, …

Visitors

Caps on stalks stout or lean Red, white and brown, but never green On the wall, wood or soil damp Alone or in a group they camp. Oft picked up by a tiny tot They brighten up a garden pot For toads to sit down and muse, A shelter they never refuse Those caps on …