Oh! Sweet beautiful is night When the silver moon is high, And countless stars, like clustering gems, Hang sparkling in the sky, While the balmy breath of summer breeze comes Whispering down the glen and pond a voice heard - Oh! Night is lovely then.
I have created this spot on the web to record some of the letters written by my parents to us, their children. Their letters / email communications have been a blend of many things derived from their experiences and from their extensive reading and interactions with people around them.
Though the content of the blog is purely personal messages relating to the writers and their wards, I believe they may be of use to others. I also believe that there is no thick boundary line between individual and social thinking. And it may also be not uncommon that social thinking becomes individual thinking and vice-versa.
I greatly appreciate various artists whose work I am making use of in making this blog.