Oct 15
At the crack of dawn as my young memory serves
In a nook of Thazhathangady on a historic curve
Melodies of children chanting Rama abounding
Drifting through trees an uplifting moment
The household still still
Can they not hear?
Of beauty, devotion, and innocence near
In a nook of Thazhathangady on a historic curve
Melodies of children chanting Rama abounding
Drifting through trees an uplifting moment
The household still still
Can they not hear?
Of beauty, devotion, and innocence near
Back in 1979 , it was one of the earliest sounds i used to wakeup to in one of the oldest parts of the town. just hearing that sound when all around you was still quiet was both haunting and exhilarating.
