"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
Echoes of Childhood: My Earliest Reminiscences of Varanasi
My earliest memories of Varanasi are painted with the hues of awe a...
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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... -
I’m sure most of us have found ourselves in situations which have put us into dilemma. Everyone wants to be right all the time and yet neve... -
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...
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