Poems and essays by Steven Federle. I pause, cradled by soft leather. In this silent room,. The glimmering summer leaves,. Gazes through my open window. But this is a good morning to wait. Look how the extravagant grass waves,. And truant weeds luxuriate along the fence,. While in the small central garden. But still the road waits. The river to my right,.

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My good onam days go back to childhood. After exams the last day where we have the onam celebration at school. Games,payasam,enjoying with friends,watch a movie. People of Kerala are extremely passionate about this. Even if they cannot easily afford, they will anyhow prepare the meal inclusive of all the 11-13 prescribed dishes.