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Winter Sun

Winter Sun

Somedays, I go for solitary morning walks wrapped in my shawl.
The winter garden is faded with fog
and the wind among the branches
of the wayside trees is solemn and still.

I slip out of my kolhapuris 
and walk barefoot on the dew-bathed grass.
Cold slowly starts to seep into me,
making me one with the wintry earth.

High on the trees, some birds begin to sing.  
I take a deep breath and exhale,
the evidence of being alive comes out of my mouth
as a visual breath, like a cloud. 
We wear stories

We wear stories

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Fading memories

Fading memories

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bidding adieu

bidding adieu

[photo story - Nirmala Patil]
Why there is music

Why there is music

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Summer, a one word poetry

Summer, a one word poetry

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New born mango leaves and You

New born mango leaves and You

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A mother cuddling her baby

Here's a small wish for you....

As bed time nears we have a negotiation ritual each day. ‘Mama can we please have one story today?' And as I am a little strict about A sticking to...