Day: April 14, 2016

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 …