maverick Latz08

 It's the Season of the Year.  It's the Momentous occasion. It's a reason to celebrate.  It's when the Festive spirit imbues everything and everyone.  It's the time of the year to be Joyful.  To be jolly and make Merry... The song echoes, "so this is X'mas and what have you done..?" Are we ready to answer and face the music...?! My earliest memories of X'mas are associated with Mother Margaret, the Head of Convent, Nuns, who sang Hymns, X'mas Carols and Bible reading and the joyous festive season and it's exuberant spirit...We had celebrations and participation and relished Mr. Robertson's yummy X'mas cakes, he and Joan Aunty were my mom's friends, who were the Anglo- Indian members of our family circle.  Lucknow was a rare and polished gem of a city, imbued with plurality and multicultural milieu.  It wasn't cosmopolitan but it exuded Bon Homie and inclusiveness... That was 4 decades, almost a lifetime ago... Today any metr...

How do I love... one can count the ways : Like a Pearl in an Oyster; fathoms deep, Pure, lustrous, rare; for the bravest to reap Like Winter Sunshine, spreading, its rays, The Core of Coconut, with its milky heap, It satiates the parched, dusty and thirsty days How do I love... one can count the ways: Like the fragrance of flowers, wafting, to sweep, Across the green of the valley; it stays Echoing, like a cuckoo's song, haunting and deep, Merging with the rainbow, after an April shower, It’s unlike a sedate garden or a trim rose bower. How do I love... one can count the ways: Like a river; it meanders and flows; It's steady, sure, serene and sweet; Or much like a meteor, when it comes to meet The earth; blazes a trail; as it leaves and goes. It has ofttimes its intense highs or lows. How do I love...  one can count the ways: Despite, distance and dreary times,  It quiet and slow, and like the Bamboo, it’s taken The seven years sabbatical to root; to grow, It refuses to run aw...