Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

A Thanksgiving

It was raining hopelessly yesterday as I was walking towards Borivali station. Unprepared for rain, I was trying to walk past people, dashing from below one umbrella to another umbrella. And then one guy just said I could walk the few metres under his umbrella - a perfect stranger, under no obligation to share his umbrella. I hadn't even asked him. I had just ducked my head under his umbrella, hoping to pass on to the next in a few seconds, but he let me walk with him. I reached the station, thanked him and went my way.

I don't know his name, nor do I know anything about him. Just that he was nice to me when I needed niceness.

I guess this is the best way to thank him!


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