Tomichan Matheikal's blog

This morning [17 April 2011] the Bhatti village in New Delhi woke up to an overcast firmament.  The clouds brought home a majestic guest, this peacock.  It sat on the wall below my quarters giving me food for thought.

The history of majesty lies in ruins beneath your feet. That's the fate!

A bird on the tree is worth many in the cage. Worth to whom? The bird, of course. Or the potential bird-catcher and bird-seller?

Even the public road can be taken over by the World Cup mania. Some craze is necessary in life. A scene from Connaught Place, New Delhi

I'm trying to create ripples in darkness A student of mine wrote a shairi recently that he was rowing his boat only to find that there was no water

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