My chocolates won't suffice !!!
Thoughts while in Bangalore - November 2005
The maid over here stays right in front of our building, in her shanty … Rain, cold have a free entry there. Guess they are the only ones who visit her. The only toy her son has, is a plastic bottle which his mother has tied to a string ... He keeps pulling it around the whole day.
I often give him chocolates when I pass him … He is right in front of me ... pulling the bottle. At his age, I was attending school ... was busy trying to fathom out how my remote car worked !!!
Guess I KNOW MY CHOCOLATES WON'T SUFFICE !!!
posted by Prem at
11:59 PM
8 Comments:
actually reminds me of a poem by tagore we studied in class 12 ... dont remember which one now ...
great work prem..
i kno this is jst a part of al u feel...
ure thots r like endless ocean
keep writin to keep us alive
to help us survive...
do i evn need to say good work...
keepin feelin our souls wid ure wordzzzz
i meant fillin our souls
thats how u ve been at ure soul ever since i knew u
things in u have changed a hell lot
am glad thatts one thing u ve kept intact
waitin 4 few more wordzzz 4m u... hope wil get to read sumthin 4m u very soon
waitin...
Dat little story of urs really touched me.
Even if you take away all the languages we all have developed so far, believe me; our feelings will still be communicating as easily as they are- the only precondition is whether our enter keys are operational or not
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