An old story

“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awoke, and there I was veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then

Faded reminiscences

Everyone has a unique story to tell. I also have thousands of untold stories died in my vivid mind for last forty years. End of this winter watching a divine peacock gently walking down the park with its magnificent trails behind him, from the 13th floor of this apartment in this big capital city, I

My favourite words

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not