Spicy Recipes , steamy gossip , hot politics ,stinging whistles,fiery arguments seemed to compete with the madras heat .As the din of daily exchange rose , she snuggled into a comfortable alapanai in Amruthavarshini and let it wash everything away and giggled as she imagined a "chiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssshhhhhh" sound.She was thankful there was no radio on the bus.
1 comment:
Just saw your blog today!Ahiri is a really favourite Ragam of mine.
Nice blog!Amruthavarshini in the sweletering heat-especially GNB's rendition of Ananda Amruthakarshini would be very soothing.
Sathej
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