Do not stand by my grave and weep;

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

-- Mary Elizaeth Frye

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There are some poems about which, saying something would tarnish it.
This is one of them.
But it's beautiful!

Autowallah series

Over the last year I've been traveling around in bangalore autos a lot. On a bright, sunny day, they're fun people to ride with. I suppose it comes from sharing the same frustrations- bangalore's pathetic roads. I just realized that I have enough stories about them to write more than 1 post. (It's a nice inflated world I live in. Its not just that I am the centre of the universe that I live in. It's also that I occupy a pretty big portion of it:)
Anyway, before I actually start posting them, I want to make a small list of the incidents that have been etched in my heart/mind and all that jazz, just so I don't forget to put them up.


You know how at the beginning of animated movies, they also have a short animated feature. They're oftentimes better than the movies itself.
So
i) How I lost my mobile phone (actually, that can be a whole series by itself. But I wanna save face)
Is the rough equivalent (in terms of theme and not quality mind you).

1) How I got out of paying 10 bucks
2) How I got cheated into paying a lot of bucks.
3) How I lost my shoe and found it.

Right. so there goes. the above mentioned posts will come up in due time.