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The coming of summer vacations in school often left the classrooms buzzing with excitement and thrill after each day's school-over-bell. All babbling out their plans for the long two months' holidays. Many of my friends had their parents arranging very well planned vacations, months in advance. They would go to hill stations of Nainital, Mussourie or Kashmir, to beat the heat, see snow fall and

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For some weeks I have been getting to know from dear friends and cousins intriguing stories and experiences of forests and jungles of the deep African greens.African jungles have always held my imagination captive as my childhood years were strewn with bed-time stories of the mysteries of the forests and wilds of Africa. My father would narrate these stories in his full oratory skills, voice

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I have been tagged wrote my sister."Tagged" is a new term for me in the computer language....but reading others I am finding it interesting...so am giving a try...it is quite a peep into different channels of my life and it has given me a new food to think on...or should I say "CRAMPS" to think?My Oldest Memory....well, my Ma could never believe that her daughter has such an elephant memory. I

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Traveling has always been the yearning of the human mind...to get off the mundane life of daily chores.Be it old or young, the mind loves to wander, to go away and come back to its nest again.Home coming is heaven when it is--- after you are out of home...in other words if you have travelled out...home is home again.With time, life too has advanced and taken many new innovative swirls and with it

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As the Indian month of "aashinn"comes in,leaving three to four months in its trail with Indian festivals of Rakhi, Janmashtami,Nag Panchami Ganesh pujas one after the other, but as the this month ushers itself, it brings to mind the first glimmer of dew drops on the green morning grass, the sweet scent of fresh flowers of the season in bloom, the light shimmering fog in the early hours of dawn

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Any act that can bring even a single ray of happiness is like the rain from heaven on a parched summer field .. it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven, upon the place beneath it is twice blessed, it blesseth him that gives and him that takes....such is the power of this emotion that it has to be shared at its very realisation. So much moral science and preaching has gone in instilling the

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May be, it is just a small three lettered word---- but in it are pent up many thrills and swirling butterflies in the stomach; its enthralling power has forever stirred ripples in many a heart, thumping in a small child or in someone matured and advanced in age---it has shaken all happily--- and you need just a WIN to feel its magic.Winning , at any stage, leaves a deep impact in the mind---we

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The name grandmother conjures up an image of a loving cuddly friend, silvery silk hair...soft wrinkled face...loving smile ...a bit of a mother a bit of a friend...and so much of a confidant..always ready to give in to our demands and always there to shelter us from mother's rebukes....a perfect soul mate to be in bed with and hear the best of bed time stories.Such was my grandmother too--- an

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Can I go and play? I have done my homework Mumma?Can we play?Come lets play. !!!So familiar these sizzling baby questions sound and bring back chirpy memories of childhood. The child and play are two sides of a golden coin. Play is the child's first lesson of social life...and this lesson starts from the first moments of awareness for the babe in the crib, and it stays with him all through his

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Indian mythology provocates many sermons on staying away from maya, moh,to lead a nirlipt, detached attitude towards life, as the present is all transient, we have to leave all and go to the world "beyond". We hear such sermons with deep faith and reverence, but, honestly, are we able to follow it? On the contrary, this maya and moh seem to cling to us till our last days. We cannot at all detach

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If I am asked to sum up my two years' stay in India, I really would not know where to start from .....My first dilemma would be, why am I placing myself on a dais, where I have to sum up, make an analysis of a stay in my own country, my homeland?, as going to India, for a vacation, every second or third year was a very much awaited holiday for my husband, children and myself. The vacation was a

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The seasonal changes in India are so distinct and well-marked that we develop our special likings for special seasons. Every season has it charm and beauty. When after the scorching summer of May and June we get to see dark clouds piling up at the horizon, the heart at once yearns for the rainy season to come in pouring over fields and plains and drench us all over.Like many, I too, love Saawan,

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"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride"---is a proverb, that perhaps, all of us had learnt in our school days...and we had often given ourselves up to imaginations that led us into a world of impossible dreams fulfilled.With growing years the reality dawned that horses cannot fulfill ourdreams...it just needs an ardent sincerity of wishing that makes a wish come true....so deep should be the

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"Memory is the only paradise in which we can live again and again" is an old Chinese saying ... and Allahabad for me remains a paradise where the heart yearns to go again and again.Allahabad! A name that conjures up for me years and years of memories entwined with my growing years in the city of Prayag, on the Ganges, at the Jumna, making it the holy pilgrim place of Sangam, a name renowned,

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