Pitra Paksh: Honoring the Roots That Hold Us
Every year, as the monsoon begins to retreat and the air turns...
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The wind was playing with my hair As I was staggering down the muddy lane, Carelessly kicking the pebbles, And watching the mud ris... -
When the going is rough, The situations are tough, And reason says enough, I say, NO I’ll never give up! When I see a child wit... -
The silk veil caressed her creamy face; That was laced with two lovely eyes, She was slender, she was frail; Her red robe hugged her gentle ...