Do you have a little love

Who are you,
Where were you,
Tell me please,
From where you came.

Do you have a little Love,
A little sympathy for me,
I am stranded in this world of Sorrow,
I have lost but all hope,
Would you come and save me,
And be my Friend and Guide,
for ever and ever.

Never loose Hope

Never Loose Hope,
Even in Despair,
Never give up search for light,
Even in Darkness,
For God is always with those,
Who self-endeavour,
To remove ills from their Life.

Leaving School or College - Sentimental Memories and Future Nostalgia

When you are in School you don't know what things only you get exclusively which you are never able to recognize.When you leave school that is after XII th standard you come to know how you liked your school.The not too worrisome life,the restraining teachers and frank conversations between girls and boys.The Teachers whom you feared begin to appear in your dreams like Angels.And you sigh and say "Oh! my dear School days ,will they ever return."

There were group Picnics organized with Teachers and Principal and students from other Classes.You went together with your class-mates to spend your holidays in wildlife sanctuary or hill stations.The good and bad incidents float in your mind.

But after School the real test of each one of us starts.We come to know realities of life more closely.The security of our School is no more.We strive hard not only to get financially independent of our Parents but also to support them in future and be their obedient,dutiful and worth sons or daughters.Every thing has to come and go and School life is no exception.But still our sweetest moments are always of our School indelible and interwoven in our memories.

Pleasant Weather after Pre-Monsoon Dust Storm - Nostalgic Memories of time gone by

Storm in May - 7 th May 1998

The Storm has chilled the Night.A cold wind is blowing.It seems like Winter.I am feeling pleasantly cool.I like cold,a little shivering.Sometimes I remember of yesteryear.When in this type of Atmosphere I used to read Hardy Boys,Enid Blyton and Three Investigator's Novels.It really seems a long time,and those are pleasant memories.It seems as if scenes from that Book has out before my eyes.I really am feeling very nice.

A cool breeze is blowing.The door curtain is moving in and out as gust of wind is rushing into the room.The night is dark with semi-Moon.Slight rustling of trees and noises from far off places and vehicles moving on ring-road can be heard.

The whistling of Night Watchman's whistle can be heard.There is a certain sentimental feeling in my soul.I am feeling so good so pleasant.If God want me to die,I should die in such an Atmosphere.Or simply said amount of happiness I am feeling can't be expressed in words.