The plunging of joy vs the joy of plunging
Our honge tree is laughing! Having got that off my chest: I’ve talked, ad nauseum, about the joy of the outdoor life. But for the last two months, various things […]
Category Archives: Poem
Old stones: the leopard and the guitar
I came across this natural formation today. Can you see the leopard? Thanks to my friend Kajoli for pointing out that it is holding a guitar. Oh leopard set in […]
To moong and ragi, siblings in a field
There was a hasty woman Who ploughed some crooked lines And she planted out some ragi And some moong beans looking craggy, And they all grew together in the crooked […]
No cook, no clean
April rebellion No cook, no clean No scrub, no dust No chop, no feed No wash, no sweep No mop, no fry No provisioning No enter house, no what, no […]
