In the song of the rushing torrent, Hold on to the joyful assurance: I will become the sea. And this is not a vain supposition; It is absolute humility, because it is the truth. — Rabindranath Tagore
G-Talk, weekday afternoon. Typical conversation between parents (well, one of them is only pretending to be a parent) of a Delhi snob-school, spoilt-brat teenager. “She’s given me material off the net and I’m supposed to edit it and make it 10th grade-worthy.” “Leave it, I’ll do it when I get home.” “No, you’ve got another one. … More Homework
I take a shower In seconds, like sprouting leaves Drops bloom on the flesh.
The Moon wanted to turn over to its side; A million years with its face down, its back was aching. It shifted and stirred in discomfort, oh, for a little stretch right there. But those on Earth glared up at the slightest sigh. The Moon cannot change face, they said. We’ve mapped it out, sized … More The Moon wanted to turn over to its side