A traveling homesick poem inspired by the Beatles, Steve Miller, and Paul Pena.

This probably won’t turn into a novel crafted by me. It is however a still interesting concept.

Life is a journey, so much we encounter on our way through life.

For Monday morning sadness…

A poem.

Decisions, Beliefs,goals,ups and downs.

An article about traveling and budgeting in the summer.

Continuous Prayer can bring you to peaceful state of mind.

A poem of my intrepid solitude…

She was a woman with shaved head. All widowed Brahmin women had to do that at that period. They were forced to live an ascetic’s life. Many lived such lives without a blemish, even if they were widowed at an early age,being married in childhood. Can the world believe this? But some did not have a defense when their modesty was outraged.