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COLOURS OF LIFE

Reminiscing about life there is always the tendency to drift away in your thoughts; because life exists in its many splendid colours! The mood today is poetic, and hence exploring the colours of life through the poetic forms of a prose poem with some internal rhyme. 

Life is like a multi-hued rainbow –

Life is for musings;  like cocooned in a warm winter glow!

Yet sometimes, life is not a bed of roses,

Yes sometimes, life is like a pain, waiting in vain.

Life is not to be taken for granted, it’s like living in a garden enchanted!

Remember-

Life is for loving,

Life is for living.

Live the 86400 seconds of every day of your life fully!!

The Origin of Tea – A Prose Poem

Deep in the Himalayas, many moons ago, a sage performing a yajna, day and night, many months in a row. Fully involved but with one hitch. His eyes drooped and sleep threatened, like a bad witch. Desperate and irate, the sage finally tore off his droopy eyelids and flung them away.

They fell softly on the soil and lo and behold! There and then, as if by a signal from heaven, sprout a sprightly verdant bush.The sage performing the yajna , picked the signal from heaven, boiled the leaves, sipped the potent golden concoction and named it ‘tea’.

Now wide awake, he gifted the world its favourite drink, the sage performing the yajna, deep in the Himalayas , many moons ago.       

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