Individuality counts
Never fear...
I tell my ilk.
but even caught amidst
the more exotic types
we can hold our own.
And we do spread the
flavour and fragrance
far and wide...
adds the banner of the vintage
Neem Fan Club.
Water weeps...
A tale begins... The lake drew crowds. Children played under the trees. Birds arrived Nests and fledglings dotted the scene. The lake fed water to many a locality. Along came drought... The rains went far far away. The lake reduced in size. Filth and sewage crept in. The colour of the water puzzled many. People walked past wrinkling their noses at the smell. The lake dried up. Trees were felled. The land was barren. Birds gave it a miss. The sand laden trucks took over. The 'premium' land was eyed... Encroachments came up. Huts, buildings, a colony, shops,... Through the windows, the echo of quacking ducks and a shimmering n' placid expanse of water, with a cool breeze blowing in, caressing the cheeks with dots of moisture, went missing. Was there ever a lake? Old-timers nod their heads. Near the window of a tenement, which rests upon a 'once picturesque' lake bed, sits a big sparkling can of drinking water, delive...
