There is a very small chance that a reader who enjoys crime-thrillers has not come across the works of the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie. The first book I read was so captivating that I was left hungry for more. Soon after, I purchased Christie
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A Peep into our Glorious Tamil Culture
It is the 18th of the Tamil month Aadi. Streams of Cauvery waters are gushing into the humongous Veera Narayana Lake (in today’s Cuddalore). There is festivity all around to celebrate a grand picnic on the occasion of Aadi Perukku on the mighty banks
From Darkness to Light
India, like every other land under the sun, has had its fair share of fearful bandits and dacoits who have affected the lives of innocent people. There were, however, a few courageous souls who fearlessly chose the path of love and peace, transformin
The Spirit of Togetherness
The last leaf of hope falls Now, only the tree of fear dwells A loaf of bread, a weary shrug Refuses to shield the winter’s hug A tear trickles at the sight of a star As my kith and kin are away at war My strength dwindles at t
A Smile
Something undefined that we forget, Which can evaporate all the stress we get. Really sweet yet extremely simple Gives a peek at your dimple The absence of its absence Or the proof of its presence May melt even the toughest heart
There is a very small chance that a reader who enjoys crime-thrillers has not come across the works of the Queen of Crime, Agatha Christie. The first book I read was so captivating that I was left hungry for more. Soon after, I purchased Christie
It is the 18th of the Tamil month Aadi. Streams of Cauvery waters are gushing into the humongous Veera Narayana Lake (in today’s Cuddalore). There is festivity all around to celebrate a grand picnic on the occasion of Aadi Perukku on the mighty banks
India, like every other land under the sun, has had its fair share of fearful bandits and dacoits who have affected the lives of innocent people. There were, however, a few courageous souls who fearlessly chose the path of love and peace, transformin
The last leaf of hope falls Now, only the tree of fear dwells A loaf of bread, a weary shrug Refuses to shield the winter’s hug A tear trickles at the sight of a star As my kith and kin are away at war My strength dwindles at t
Something undefined that we forget, Which can evaporate all the stress we get. Really sweet yet extremely simple Gives a peek at your dimple The absence of its absence Or the proof of its presence May melt even the toughest heart