On a dusty plain,
Deep in the heart of the Deccan,
Stands a grand old tree,
Bearing witness to thoughts; old and new.
Under it’s immense boughs,
Has it seen many men,
Fat and ageing,
Young and restless,
With tales of the sky and the earth,
And lives and Dreams.
Looking on with pure empathy,
Ever-ready with a sanctuary of Peace,
It says to You:
Come to me,
Tell me your stories,
And let the zephyr carry them,
I am your Aralimara.
Why do we give up on the pleasures of writing? For the more hip, binge watching of TV shows, perhaps?
Aralikatte is a platform for you to express your ideas and appreciate others’.
In the words of Maya Angelou, There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
So bring out that favorite diary, look deeper into everyday, mundane incidents, and who knows, you could be the next O Henry!