tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419988519684577240.post8977342556847358368..comments2024-02-02T09:58:23.418+05:30Comments on Songs of the not-so innocent: The days are just packedGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08829116797955736212noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419988519684577240.post-72062362486444471232008-01-02T14:55:00.000+05:302008-01-02T14:55:00.000+05:30"Lying sprawled out on the diwan on a Pune winter ..."Lying sprawled out on the diwan on a Pune winter afternoon, occasionally reading from the book in my hands, pausing to take sips of hot ginger-laced chai, just watching the breeze work its way through the eucalyptus tree outside the windows..."<BR/><BR/>I don't know how long it took you to frame that one - but no matter how often I read it, it remains hauntingly evocative. Bravo!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14102901732337697777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419988519684577240.post-5048581763156885682008-01-02T10:59:00.000+05:302008-01-02T10:59:00.000+05:30Beautifully written girish...btw, belated happy b'...Beautifully written girish...<BR/><BR/>btw, belated happy b'day and a very happy new year :)bhumikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09474692306930275957noreply@blogger.com