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Waiting. .

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Waiting Not wanting, just waiting Eerie silence, the calm before the storm perhaps? When and why? Who knows? There are the ones who speak And there are those who don't, Words, sentences language... Can't you you understand what I am trying to say? No you don't understand, it's my silence that speaks... Waiting..?

Strikes and the games children play

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Making the Jump, Girl power! Boys don't seem to be too good at it Failing Miserably! It's seldom we see children playing out on the streets. Most of the children stay indoors watching TV or playing video games! It was heartening to see children come out on the streets to play macchakara ( literal translation would be fish bone, but it could mean something else) , a game very few children play or know about these days. First multiple rubber bands have to be woven into a string which takes a lot of time too and is so much fun because it involves group work. Girls always beat us to it. So the game is played on the string made of rubber band and combines heights and styles of jumping.Two of the opposite team members act as posts while the other team jumps on the strings. Some jumps involve dexterity of jumping and holding down the strings by the sole of the feet.I don't exactly know if this game is intrinsic to Darjeeling but I remember girls always beating us bo

Childhood Memories

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A kid feeding his dog Was passing through when I took this picture; memories of my childhood came flooding back to me. I used to play in a similar enclosure in my house while my mom went about her work. My thoughts continued around the dogs that I used to play with.My love and fondness for dogs, that's the only thing that hasn't changed about me in spite of these years. Thought about Henry, Jango, Likhuri, Spy but most of all Magdalene, the dogs I used to play with, and wondered how and where they are? According to Buddhism it's said that amongst the many lives, we are born as dogs finally before we are born as humans. I wonder if  they are walking amidst us as humans. Each of the dogs has his own tale, and hopefully I will write about them soon. The circle of life...