Your divine presence makes a devotee of me, deifying you in deluging hymns, and percolating prayer beads of praises! © Isha Garg ( I dedicate this to my dear friend, Diana, since the phrase that served as inspiration for this Ishaism was born during our conversation! )
Have you ever wondered, dear reader, what it would be like to go back in time and meet the child that you were- and tell that happy, innocent, and carefree person, that things would, and will, change; to look right into the eyes of your past and say that the people who seem invincible, would… Continue reading GROWING UP
[ I was reading my Diary the other day, and came across this piece from a few years ago; it made me laugh at places for I clearly remembered why I had written this, and though I have made my way to the other side, so to speak - I thought I'd post it for… Continue reading No Greenlight to Gossips
The earth longs for the rain, the thundering of the clouds; the freshness in the air and retreat of the drought… When will this famine leave, when will lives prosper? When will times improve and life be better? Oh, after the rain, how fresh the air; how green the grasses effulge everywhere! Drenched fields grow… Continue reading Farmer’s Song
