A Walk Through Memories (Part 7)

(<<< Part-6) The bags are packed and in the car. The week has been wonderful, and has added to my memories of this white bungalow, for I’ve relived my childhood and seen Vidya live hers. I’ve not yet been to see Sharada chechy. I know, if I do, that I’ll cry, and she’ll cry too. … Read moreA Walk Through Memories (Part 7)

Evening prayers..

friction on the matchbox.. she strikes a match, lights a lamp as she prays; invoking the Almighty to bless with happy days, lead us to brighter ways; give us strength to cope, in bad luck, show us hope. a match, a prayer, a light, burns within, a will to fight. Linked with Poetic Asides (Day … Read moreEvening prayers..