Nagarcoil, a quite village just five kilometers from KanyaKumari coastal lines, situated at the Southern most tip of India, in the state of Tamilnadu, is greeted by a graceful sunrise. Village gets it's name from the famous temple of Nagas (serpents) and literally means "Temple for Nagas" in Tamil. Though not visible now, memories of the Tsunami of two years' past still lingeres. The rich fertile land is overrun with greenery and dawn in early June presents beautiful scenes to an observing eye. Raj isn't the most alert of guys, but he definitely has enough sense to abandon sleep and take an early morning walk on this lovely morning. He is trying to remember all the landmarks as he will be hard pressed to ask the direction owing to language barrier. He speaks no Tamil and most of the natives in this part of India, speak very little English and no Hindi. Raj travelled from Ahmedabad and reached at Nagarcoil yesterday afternoon with his co-worker, Rinku. They are her
In 1998, I started reading poetry. Subsequently, I started to write poems & plays. The notebook I used then had become my constant companion and a personal talisman. Every time I open that notebook, I get to relive the memory of the day I wrote each page. Finally, the notebook exhausted its pages and Google came to my rescue. Yes, this public blog is to connect and share my thoughts with whoever happens to read but mainly it is for me, as a personal talisman.