Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Suprabhatam.

Good Morninnnnng Hyderabad......Good Morninnnng Mumbai.....!!

Isn't it amazing of how time changes things? Gone are the days when people first woke up in the morning and tuned their radio or played a cassette to listen " Kausalya Supraja Rama Poorva.....". One click of Lord Venkatesa Suprabhatam ['Su'-Good; 'Prabhatam'- Morning, in Sanskrit], and you are reminded of everything Indian..The melodious recital by M S Subbalakshmi drags you from a deep slumber into an unknown bliss...

Every time I hear it now, I am reminded of India....the long to go back, and wake up early in the morning in a 'traditional' way(hearing the Suprabhatam being played in a temple) ...and then, when somebody from the household brings you a piping hot chai...(Chai..coming soon on my blog) and you lazily get up, take a shower....and go to the temple (especially, if it is a Saturday)....eat the delicious tamarind rice 'prasadam'...., gets stronger. Wow! Simply the best start on a weekend.

After coming here, things have changed so much that these trivial (yet important) things seem to matter the most. All such wonderful moments are lost....As I was hearing the Suprabhatam this morning, a deep nostalgia flooded me.

Anyway, after all such thoughts, I was just wondering how "Suprabhataaaaam Hyderabad" or "Suprabhataaaaam Mumbai" would sound? :))

My answer to the first vote on my first poll.

I thank for the first vote and since the first vote is special to me, I responded to it.

Poll effect: Changed the appearance of my blog.

A sweet word..an epitome of love.

Mother!

Isn't that really sweet ? Now, there really can't be any more words to describe this one word in meaning or in person. It is an established truth that this one person cannot be compared with anyone else.

I can write pages and pages together ....but I rather prefer keeping it simple.

With all my love to my mother.