to my parents

some words of yours to me suggested
how, through the fog of peace and war,
a pulse beat on ,that,strained and tested ,
no less could mute,nor sorrow mar
to trace this pulse through its confusions,
illusions,allusions,elusions,
and limn its complex graph of love,no skein of words is fine enough.
does this half-filial endeavour
hold half a chance of half -success-
even to track your lives,much less
 not to let these recede for ever?
no if i'd hoped to grasp the whole;
yes,if some shared may touch the soul
                                 
                                  -for my parents to whom i have always adored

my father, who is full of grace,endurance,adamance
he is not just a friend but the man whom i admire.










she is my mother,who is jovial, taught me everything,and i think she bears every positive qualities

it's very beautiful and scenic place you have ever been in your life. these  snaps above showcases the same.

this is the home of my maternal uncle.the people here pacifies the mind since they show camaraderie.there is rich flora and fauna here that is just mellifluous.

puri is a city and my native place and the district headquarters of Puri district, Odisha, eastern India. It is situated on the Bay of Bengal, south of the state capital of Bhubaneswar. It is also known as Jagannath Puri after the 11th century Jagannath Temple located in the city. It is a holy city of the Hindus as a part of the original Char Dham pilgrimages, of which the other legs are Dwaraka,Badrinath and Rameswaram. According to Hindu teachings, a pilgrimage of the temples of India is not considered complete without a journey to Puri.