Can’t see it with our naked eyes Can’t escape from it Can’t touch our faces Can’t hug our family and friends Desperately waiting for the day we can Prisoners

One night, I had this very strange dream. I don’t remember the day. It was about six weeks after Nanna (Dad in Telugu) passed away. In my dream, I was talking to

Gangothri says to Ganga Farewell my child, off you go Tumbling down the rocks Carving canyons along the way As Nilgai sings along your banks Gangothri says to Ganga Farewell my child, off

చాలా కాలం క్రితం, సాగర తీరాన ఒక చిన్న కుటీరము ఉండేది. ఆ కుటీరము చుట్టూ అందమైన తో

Once upon a time, there was a small cottage on a seashore in Andhra Pradesh. The cottage was surrounded by a flower and vegetable garden. The garden was lush with Gorintaku (Henna), Ganneru