From the barren land
Will rise a Kingdom
Where this story shall be told.
A small fortress of green
Shall sprout from nowhere
Holding a spirit divine.
Essays of a Wandering Mind!
From the barren land
Will rise a Kingdom
Where this story shall be told.
A small fortress of green
Shall sprout from nowhere
Holding a spirit divine.
I am back from a great trip to Garmisch. The feeling is mixed as this was my first real trip with my son but it was rather too short – as always!
(more…)“Are you ready?“
“Yes pa; Ram and Roja are dressing up.“
“What about Ranjith?“
“I don’t know where he is pa; Kutti Mani said he saw him near Parvathy.“
“What is that stupid fellow upto anyways? The show is about to start in another 20 minutes.“
There was nothing to guess here. Kuttappan was certainly tensed. Never in his life had he been so nervous before, not even when he began his career 25 years ago. He was just 22 then. But that was because he was good at it. He didn’t have to keep pestering his dad to teach the secrets of the trade for more than three months; he was a good student.
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