A visit to the Holy City of Vrindavan opened up a new chapter to the book of life. Besides being a city of temples it is also a city of Widows. This poem is the poet's reflection of her visit at Maitri Ghar Widhwa Ashram.
The stories of partition of India into two countries are painful. Having heard many tales in childhood, I present my version of the story as understood.
Patriotism of sorts is observed by patriots. Living in the country one doesn't sometimes think much about it but staying away from one's motherland one yearns for that identity and belongingness.
It is the 70th Independence Day of India being celebrated. There is a hoard of ccGreetings and Patriotic messages and photos being circulated on the Social Media by and to the Indian Diaspora all over the world. The day is a cold, foggy day in Nairobi, Kenya where the flag hoisting was done by … Continue reading Patriotism