Wordsworth’s poem used the proverb ‘The child is the father of the man’. For many it denotes the unchanged man, about habits of childhood shaping the adult. For me it always reminds me of the little circles of life we complete before we get to a full circle… When I first wore my dad’s shoe and it perfectly fit me, it was one circle; when … Continue reading Circles of Life – Visiting my Home Town
Today it rained near my home, not just near my home, but all around bay area. During school time as kids rain brings mixed emotions in my mind. If it rains while going to school the world seems to be in a hurry, everyone running helter-skelter to reach the nearest safe place.
Running from the bus to the bus stop, from one shop to the next shop, from the car on to the building and buildings into the car. All running from the rain not for a moment ready to feel it drip on them. Well you can’t blame them, they all have some place to reach that does not entertain someone soaked in rain.
Now when it rained in the night, the mornings have a untold silence, if you get up and look through the Continue reading “Memories of Rain”
Vinod Narayan 