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Love and Sorrows: An endless journey

It may be someone else ‘s story as well. You may also relate this to your own relationship and similarities would encourage you to flip through the pages of this memoir of my journey. The journey that started with excitements, aspirations, and dreams and ended in disgust and sorrows peeling off the fake layers of social boundaries from the character of an individual. The journey of twisting destinies and unparalleled dedication that led through the tunnel of bonds and bridges of faith.

Birds aren’t musicians; they are songs

White-Throated Kingfishers sound like a jackhammer in the hands of a jazz drummer. Asian Koels can be mistaken for star-crossed strangers saying goodbye one last time. Black-Winged Kites shriek like they are auditioning for musical satires. If the world was any crueler, music labels would hire poachers to hunt down Malabar Hornbills, and steal their summer playlists.

The dog and the seeds of sensitivity

Our ancestral home was also the residence of a dog, a cat and some pigeons apart from our pet parrot Mitthu. One very peculiar incident happened one of those days which sow a seed deep into my heart – of the sensitivity towards animals. This probably is my inheritance too which has passed from grandfather to dad and from him to me. We love animals no matter how dirty, bugged or crippled one is. We found peace in helping them overcome their problems and inconveniences.

 

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