Awaiting Saturday Afternoons....

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Saturday afternoons are the best part .... As a kid all paper cutting , ruthlessly squeezing the fevicol tube , collecting the wedding card so as to make it a greeting card all such chores were accomplished. Losing oneself in the world of their own creation .

As a School Student , newspaper of whole week would come and sit in the portico from which articles of Gaur Gopal Das,Shadakshari ,Rajeev Dixit,Pratap Simha,Viveshwara Bhat,Chaithanya Hegade,Hari..went into my pink file. Finding something from the world created by people.     

As a Degree Student  Saturday were to finish all possible novels of, Bhyrappa, Paulo, Kuvempu.  The days where thousands of thoughts just rushed into the mind after reading the novels, mere words cannot explain them.

While doing Masters Saturday afternoons were to dream about beautiful tomorrows and beating the blue was by watching the live show of nature through the hostel window with the hot cup of Soup.

Since a couple of years the Saturday afternoons are spent by making great memories with you, we sit with Fuming cup of filter coffee,where I say all these flashback stories and you listen to all of them .Its hard to be a good listner.If you find one you are lucky@Sudarshana MS







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