Aadab to Mirza Saheb and love to all his children. To the village too. There is wisdom in the discretion and discernment. A silent bravery without the bravado. But I mourn what I had seen, and don’t see anymore. The yearning increases. Tears well without apparent reason. Tragedy is a foretold
You have put it beautifully - the India that was and the India that is trying to establish itself. But the latter is a fake, it will not last. Your piece explains why too. Bravo
बदलाव हमेशा दिशाहीन प्रलय की तरह है , वो होता रहता है और बहुत कुछ समेटकर चला जाता है ,
Beautifully evocative description of the village.
I feel your pain about the recent change.
Will stop now before I type in CAPITALS or swear.
Thank you... I have been imgining you visiting this home and village for decades now. We will make it happen.
Aadab to Mirza Saheb and love to all his children. To the village too. There is wisdom in the discretion and discernment. A silent bravery without the bravado. But I mourn what I had seen, and don’t see anymore. The yearning increases. Tears well without apparent reason. Tragedy is a foretold
Dear John, I send a hug and my solidarity. Hum ladengey, saathi...
You have put it beautifully - the India that was and the India that is trying to establish itself. But the latter is a fake, it will not last. Your piece explains why too. Bravo
Beautiful piece, thank you.
Thank you. Beena
How beautiful. I could taste the summer in the small village.
❤ Thank you!