NEW YEAR: A STORY OF A BIRTH & HOMAGE TO IT
Hello, world!
I wish you all a wonderful 2020 ahead with full of sparkles, which you will create of your own for yourself I believe.
Ah.. you might be wondering about my story-line, saying about the birth.
Yes.
A little story, very short one.
There was a village. There were some huts made of mud. There were so many mango, jamun, lemon, coconut trees. There might have long long roads followed by banyan, banana and ashvattha trees. There I can visualize bullock carts carrying paddy. Also, there might have a pond near. Ducks used to play in it.
There was one unique hut, a little bit underground facing the east, naming me.
Is that hut existing?
It might.
1995, my parents named me after that unseen beautiful east-facing hut.
That hut was made up of the earth.
Mud.
It worshiped that big star every day for giving light, for giving life, for bringing sparkle.
Now......
I do.
I wish you all a wonderful 2020 ahead with full of sparkles, which you will create of your own for yourself I believe.
Ah.. you might be wondering about my story-line, saying about the birth.
Yes.
A little story, very short one.
There was a village. There were some huts made of mud. There were so many mango, jamun, lemon, coconut trees. There might have long long roads followed by banyan, banana and ashvattha trees. There I can visualize bullock carts carrying paddy. Also, there might have a pond near. Ducks used to play in it.
There was one unique hut, a little bit underground facing the east, naming me.
Is that hut existing?
It might.
1995, my parents named me after that unseen beautiful east-facing hut.
That hut was made up of the earth.
Mud.
It worshiped that big star every day for giving light, for giving life, for bringing sparkle.
Now......
I do.
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