by Ganesh Mahadevan

Good evening my friends, enemies and other most dangerous creatures that includes the indifferent people of the Living Planet. Before I am carried into the dusk on the bed of my yellow and green painted coffin, I wanted to reach out to you all and share my life’s experiences and wisdoms. My autobiography so to speak.
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by Ganesh Mahadevan

June. The transition month. Gusts of wind invade the still and sweltering sauna heat of May. Little candy tufts of white cloud scurry across deep blue skies increasingly painted over by a dull grey as the days go by. Dry heat gives way to wet warmth. As the winds of change blow in from the south west, the first sprinkling of cool, cool water soaks the ground and wafts in the earthy smell of fresh mud.
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