tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113282212971196563.post4523760405860992526..comments2023-11-05T01:49:35.276-07:00Comments on PURPLE LATCHES: Nostalgic-RealitySandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10311361298378439781noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113282212971196563.post-50553615260247831842016-04-21T17:52:24.830-07:002016-04-21T17:52:24.830-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.ninest123https://www.blogger.com/profile/04608652971148348518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113282212971196563.post-39420034837012611372009-07-02T16:48:51.730-07:002009-07-02T16:48:51.730-07:00Thank you so very kindly for your visit prithvi. ...Thank you so very kindly for your visit prithvi. I am not sure what to call some of my work other than just simple feelings at the time. A place in my mind that only I can go. I will pay you a visit also....Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10311361298378439781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113282212971196563.post-72184611160116337662009-07-01T09:02:25.939-07:002009-07-01T09:02:25.939-07:00You have written something different. Shall I call...You have written something different. Shall I call this poetry or prose I don't know, but I am captivated. Well written......prithvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05886747513082678208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113282212971196563.post-85284527394009357202009-06-28T06:06:44.154-07:002009-06-28T06:06:44.154-07:00Thank you Balan, you do have a way with words...Thank you Balan, you do have a way with words...Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10311361298378439781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113282212971196563.post-91486246464641624832009-06-27T11:27:12.818-07:002009-06-27T11:27:12.818-07:00reading your lines, I felt as if I am walking thro...reading your lines, I felt as if I am walking through an aisle, where, from either sides, strings of flowers were hung. I gently push aside each string of gentle fragrance, only to find the next one caressing my face. Soothing write, though, a sorrowful violin plays somewhere in the background....Balachandran Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10174364716507089780noreply@blogger.com