Vande Mataram : Translation by Shree Aurobindo

Mother, I bow to thee!Rich with thy hurrying streams,bright with orchard gleams,Cool with thy winds of delight,Dark fields waving Mother of might,Mother free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,Over thy branches and lordly streams,Clad in thy blossoming trees,Mother, giver of easeLaughing low and sweet!Mother I kiss thy feet,Speaker sweet and low!Mother, to thee I bow.
Who hath said thou [...]

Aah! the joy of first love….

It was a memorable day. Everyone was there. From the neighborhood grocer to the pesky aunty who lived across. It was the apple of everyone’s eyes. No one could take their eyes off it as it glided through the maze of windows. Singing songs along the way as it went past the windows. [...]


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