After many long years I happened to meet a relative whom I had known, along with a few close friends, to bestow on me a childhood that was a dream cherished. She reminded me of some wonderful moments that has been long forgotten in the ever racy brain of mine. Today, I happened to visit a place which will always bring to me a “genuine” smile; not the kind that’s a showpiece at the corner of my lips but one which reflects the true sense of glee that glows in my heart (and spirit).(more…)
Shimanga is a rusty old town in the middle of nowhere. In fact, it would have become a ghost town had it not been for the iron ore deposits next to it. Thanks to this, a relatively small industry was thriving in this place for almost hundred and twenty years.
The ‘Trishool’ steel factory was the only god known to the thousands of laborers who lived in that place. There were hardly a handful people who had business apart from the factory.(more…)