The sky burnished in red and gold,
Past and present merge and hold,
There are moments when the breach is healed.
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Marianne the sole taxi-woman of Mali Since yesterday was international women's day and I read a post by NDTV about the sole woma... -
I have recently caught myself thinking about the Lakshman Rekha. When Lakshman went to look for Ram, he drew a boundary lin... -
I didn't know that you could miss a town like you miss your beloved: her scent, her voice, her hair, the texture of her skin, ...