Oh!
lone cypress tree,
I
have been told,
You
are over
Two
hundred years old.
You
stand,
Watching
great Neptune,
In
constant motion.
And
as the waves lash,
On
the rocks below,
You
stand upright,
Against
all his might.
OF IDLI, SAMBHAR, AND CHUTNEYS “Arrey bhai,”I heard a voice calling out from behind me. I turned around wondering whether it was addressed...
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