Sunday, June 27, 2010
at 12:43 PM | 0 comments | Musings
The Letter from "The Bet"
I have many times thought why some people read a lot.As a matter of fact while pondering over this thought I remembered a short story taught to us in my school.The story was ingeniously written by Anton Chekhov who was a master story teller.In his short story "The Bet" he has subtly delivered the answer to my question.
The story begins...
Friday, June 11, 2010
at 2:16 PM | 0 comments | Poetry
Rainy Season

"Oh, dear, now the kingly monsoon is onset with its clouds containing raindrops, as its ruttish elephants in its convoy, and with skyey flashes of lighting as its pennants and buntings, and with the thunders of thunderbolts as its percussive drumbeats, thus this rainy season has come to pass, radiately...
at 1:56 PM | 0 comments | Musings
Monsoon

The first drops of rain...
Nostalgia embraces me...
The melodious sound of raindrops falling near my window as I sit there and gaze at the hills shying like a newly wed bride hiding under the veil of ..The gentle breeze of air...the fresh aroma of the earth...the lush greenery everywhere that follows it..Nothing rejuvenates more...
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