"Memories are the beautiful kaleidoscope of our lives, every time we look back they have different hues and different patterns but the essence remains the same....To live in hearts we leave behind is perhaps the most coveted dwelling….and the memories are the precious souvenirs that remain with us forever…a special literature which we carry within us always to flip through its pages when our heart tugs at some forgotten strings…" Sonal
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... -
In the sunshine of my life I found you at my side, We shared many moments magical, Ever happy, never cried. Till came a time in our lives ... -
This is a story of a little girl With a granny who sang her a song Of fairies in white gowns Flying down to take her To the magical world ...
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