If roses are a rarity, surely purity would be a scarcity!

(From my book Walking Through Beauty, Timeless Footsteps) Today, the roses are in full bloom, Dew drop touched leaves, its escort, There is magic pervading the air, Can you see it? .I whisper little notes of secret into… Read More

When People Keep Away

I live in a quiet neighborhood, where the only regular sounds are from the chirping of the birds, and occasional cars that drive past my house. Then, there are those motorbike riders that deliver food, quite rampant, since… Read More

The Tides of Spring

The tides of spring are everywhere, Here it rains, while over there a duck sits, languishing in comfort, snug on its hind legs, Amongst yellow and green, wondering if the beauty she is surrounded by will disappear like… Read More