Ānanda

My love for the venu knows no bounds… It is a sweet cuckoo that takes flight from the flute…. As her wings of melody frill and fly through a raga, my heart delights in a cool shower of rain-stick and chime-tree while my soul dives into a pond of bliss.

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Published in: on September 5, 2015 at 8:16 AM  Comments (1)  

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  1. It was so nice.It sounds so smooth like silk,like Venunadam.and OMG “Ananda”.I am honoured

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