I used to visit my maternal home very often and this mammoth tree always greeted me, just beside the red post-box. Once, when I stepped off the rickshaw, the far end of the street looked bare. It took a few moments to realize that the tree was not there. Its decimated remains were all that were left. The branches were torn apart, the leaves had wilted and were shuddering in the breeze. The massive trunk lay like a martyr, revealing the web of long, deep roots. It was a sinking feeling.
Thank you for your interest and for taking time to visit my page. I was always an introvert since childhood and have surprised myself in starting a podcast. I have loved to observe people and life around me from a corner uptil now. I owe my gratitude to life for inspiring me to pour out my observations on paper (Oops!!! now through the keyboard). Sometimes, I have been able to convey them in poetic rhymes and at others, just through simple loud thinking. Through various episodes in this podcast, I not only wish to share some of my own personal writings but also those which have had an impact on the way I look at life. My mother-tounge is Hindi as I was born and brought up in Northern India. Some episodes are therefore in Hindi too. I thank "mypodcast.com" for providing this forum for interaction with everyone.
I used to visit my maternal home very often and this mammoth tree always greeted me, just beside the red post-box. Once, when I stepped off the rickshaw, the far end of the street looked bare. It took a few moments to realize that the tree was not there. Its decimated remains were all that were left. The branches were torn apart, the leaves had wilted and were shuddering in the breeze. The massive trunk lay like a martyr, revealing the web of long, deep roots. It was a sinking feeling.
