Sunday, October 29, 2006

One with the rocks and sand
One with the green grassland
Onw with the clouds and hills
And lo! the passing mills
Behold the Western Ghat smiles
All through the passing miles.

It was an uneasy homecoming.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Traveling happens from anywhere to everywhere....The journey just goes on, it never concludes. I've changes lanes a few times, knowlingly or not. And now I've carved a vehicle for myself.