Saturday, December 28, 2013

Sunderblogger-india_withoutmakeup.091


Blogzsunder- india_withoutmakeup.091 the day the Indian woman learns the meaning of ecstasy of love the history of India will change. Then weary, worn-out and whining women will cease to produce the fruits of un love. Copulation in India is a hunger, a habit, a hoary obligation, an option for the idle, but rarely an even-changing ceremony to wed poetry to life. But what about our masterpieces about the art of love? They are there, no doubt, but they repose in museums as it may seem. Westerners know more about them than Indian do. It was Bacon who said that the wisdom of the past lies at the bottom of a fast-flowing river, and what we see is more flotsam and jetsam. This applies with particular force to India. There, in that wonderful land, what we see is a mere mockery of what our forefathers once created. The land of May lies heavy on us. Kind Regards! Sunder T

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