4 Ergebnisse.

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream. In big block letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds...

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.And yellow leaves f autumn, which has no songs, flutter and fall there - 1Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart. - 54

On the slope of the desolate river among tall grasses I asked her, "Maiden, where do you go shading your lamp with your mantle? My house is all dark and lonesome - lend me your light!". She raised her dark eyes for a moment and looked at my face through the dusk. "I have come to the river", she said, "to float my lamp on the stream when the daylight wanes in the west". I stood alone in the tall grasses and watched the timid flame of her lamp u...

Vanathy Jayaraman was living in Kerala in 1974. At that time, Madhavikkutti, now known as Kamala Das (Kamala Suraya after converted to Muslim), started to write her autobiography in a magazine. It was shocking news for Kerala people. They started to show their agitation and abused her. She didn't care about it and continued writing, without hiding anything. She narrated how and why she lost her morality in personal life. Vanathy observed every...