When the morning stars begin to fade,
All the laziness begin to invade,
Moving hands to search the phone,
I wish you were here..
When the morning stars begin to fade,
All the laziness begin to invade,
Moving hands to search the phone,
I wish you were here..
Mythology has always been close to my heart from the days of my childhood when my grandmother used to tell me the stories. On weekends I used to get up early only to make sure that I don’t miss the series of Ramanand Sagar. I guess it was the budding of my love for stories which has shaped my personality today.
I have always felt that Mahabharata is one of the most well-written stories of all times. An array of characters intertwined in a complex plot; yet when everything unwinds itself at the end you remain dumbstruck at the each unfolding.
“Ten little soldier boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little soldier boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little soldier boys travelling in Devon; One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little soldier boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little soldier boys going in for law; One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little soldier boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little soldier boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun; One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little soldier boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.”