[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.]
2 comments:
so nice sir.
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!
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