Strolls through a Windpipe.
It’s cold – with the heavy wind blowing at me. There’s tranquility, peace and calm but more than anything else – there’s life in the steady breeze, in the tall pine trees, in the chirping of the birds and in the sparkle of water. 277 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
round and about with busybee
A recent visit to Panchgani revived memories, happy and unhappy, about a segment of life spent in a boarding school.
What I disliked most, even at that age, was the total lack of privacy. 462 more words