Chapter 3. Life in mogra chawl


I was consciously aware of the blaring note of a popular song. ‘If I were a bird, I would fly to you my love, but it is raining heavily day and night.’ The song begins on a high note and descends gradually to a low note wherein the helpless beloved blames the rain which has dampened her aspirations. The song thrilled me and filled me with joy. The tune reverberated in the atmosphere. I hopped to...

About the Author (Usha raman)


Life is a grand travel, where mysteries unravel The secret and the purpose of human life is often hidden unless one discovers it oneself. I am a retired college teacher having varied interests and in this blog I would like to share some of my life experiences and the inner struggles in the form of articles and poems that helped me transcend my personal limitations and helped me to open up larger...

Usha Raman