Category: Ooty

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Those good old days!

Twenty years have passed – Twenty summers with the length of twenty long winters. Again, I hear the waters rolling from the mountain springs. Yes, I was right in front of the Milk Union in connection with some personal works. Most of my colleagues have retired but those young chaps, now in their early fifties, …

Ooty, seasons, Short Stories

Oh cuckoo, shall I call you a bird or a wandering voice?

Aesthetic sense! Yeah, that is it… A thing of beauty is a joy for ever. A garden with multi-coloured flowers and green meadows or even wild growth of trees and plants dancing to the tune of small birds which fly hither and tither in search of fruits or some tiny ponds ( may be to …