Ratna-Rajaiah-Blogs

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ratnarajaiah's photostream on Flickr. the red-whiskered bulbul nesting in my garden

As I open my eyes to the bright day I am pure dew The daily trifles make me human. It’s always a difficult thing to critique a f...

Okay. First of all, thank you Richard III  Second of all, I will try and write this without stomping out a triumphal march, without whoo...

"The more, the better, has always been my motto." Elizabeth Taylor I admit it. I am a sucker for roses. (And my bet is that most...

Somehow, I always thought the meaning of the word “sankranti” was something to do with sweetness. Perhaps because the sound of it tinkles an...

Early morning ragas have a special magic for me because it is that time when the day gently blooms opens, when everything is so rested, so c...

By Hazrat Inayat Khan There is a story of a peasant girl who was passing through a farm while going to another village. There was a Mus...

Development. Big word. And one that has always confused me. Used more liberally than salt in French fries, it’s a particular favourite of ...

  There was a time not so long ago when you could tell the seasons by what your vegetable and fruit vendors were stocking. For example when...

  I'm not a classical music aficionado but I love music, especially Hindustani classical music and I basically follow my ear to find an...

It happened as I was eating breakfast this morning, chewing slowly on a bit of hot chappati covered with melted butter… As I savoured each b...

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