Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Indian whisper

I penned this one down as I listened to the live commentary of Republic Day, as they describe the unfurling of National Flag, The Tricolor, the 21 gun Salute... Goose bumps.. A flood of emotions.. The feel of swades pulsing through the being...such vast heritage.. Such beauty. In our land... So much and so little explored and experienced.

Long live India...
Happy 71st.

Fascinating diversities.
Glaring differences.
Multitude of colors.
One Tricolor.
A beautiful bridal veil.
Indian.
The whisper of every breath.


Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗🤗
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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