“You keep running after it until you catch it. Once caught, you surrender it to the Master only to chase for it once again. Why?” asked his consciousness.
“Because it’s not the Frisbee I’m interested in. It’s the running” said the dog.
I sing in smiles as well in tears
I sing not to reach some distant ears
I sing not to please the one who hears
I keep singing till my voice wears
I sing my song for I’m born not of fears
PERENNIAL FASCINATION WITH ALL THINGS TECH
ನನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನನಗಿನ್ನೂ ತಿಳಿಯದಿರುವುದರಿಂದ ನನ್ನ ಮಾತನ್ನು ತಿಳಿಯುವ, ತಿಳಿಸುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ.
Travel stories (Told differently)
flash fiction, observations, reflections, poetry & photos
Writing & Blogging by Shailaja V