Wednesday, December 4, 2013


[Jejemas (Grandmothers) here weaved the words plucking from Moon, Sun, breeze and flowers; they murmured and let leaves sang their songs. Still the pillars coo, songs still float around. Next time you are there lend your ears; these singing pillars are still waiting.]


Anonymous said...

so nice sir.

Anonymous said...

Nostalgic...mesmerizing ! Those generations had a great time living a simple life. I feel the quality of life should be scaled by the as many peaceful moments one spends .As a result of information overload our thinking is embroiled with complexities and aspiration. Even remote villages these days have lost the serenity altogether. Ironic!