Shaving Sessions
One of the most enduring memories of my child hood were scraping, probing, groaning and blood letting sessions that grandpa undertook which could loosely be describes as having a shave. The whole tedium started with gathering all the implements of ordeal and stacking them on a table outside in sun. A convex mirror was of…
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RUSH OF MEMORIES Again I am a little boy with ruddy cheeks With twinkling eyes and bruised knees Running up the stairs two at a time Breaking into a song on a lonely climb Again I am a trusting soul for my friends so dear As I whisper secrets after drawing them near I…
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Iron In Soul
IRON IN SOUL In those days of militancy in Punjab, terror swept the land like cloud of a poisonous gas, oppressive and stifling. In initial days havoc was brought about by the assassins targeting a particular community. Passengers were pulled out of trains and buses and shot in cold blood. People in parks and temples…
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