Occasional thoughts on life

When life stretches ahead like a monotonous sea of sand, how does it matter whether we journey with another or alone? It is we who have to sink our feet into the brown sameness, scattered with shells broken and ordinary, and plod till monotony’s end.

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About kshama

I'm a writer of stories - for the young and the old, for children and adults. I write fiction and non-fiction: novels, essays, short stories... I also research on a subject very close to my heart: the education of the under-privileged. The output of some of my work - stories, novels and essays - is available at http://revathikumaran.wordpress.com I also blog at https://kshama.wordpress.com

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