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Poem – The mother of artistic invention

Necessity is the mother of artistic invention. Without pencil paper paint and plight, what is necessary to create, a crying child with hallowed frown upon a mothers holy gown, she lacks a canvas to present,…

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The Golden Temple

Our flight from Calcutta was at 4.30 in the morning, so I had prepared myself for losing a nights sleep. We were on our way to Amritsar to visit the Golden Temple. Another adventure. This…

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In search of bamboo. Thailand

IN SEARCH OF BAMBOO. Since civilization began, man has learned to work with his natural surroundings, for shelter, warmth and food. Sadly, we now live in a world where we have turned our back on…

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With these wings, I can fly

Staying in Jaipur, I was asked to help out some volunteers at an NGO, They are coming to paint a wall on the outside of the school, in one of the backstreets in the slum.…

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The Promise

Hands clasped to mine we have walked. As giants together we have faced our adventures. And now you face it alone as you have done before. And I face mine as I hurt not to…

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But what is natural

How clued up are you on your fabrics.? Can you tell your 100% cottons from your polyesters? What is natural and what is man-made?  You may be surprised to know that cotton manufactured in today’s…