A strange Feeling

I do always dream of a beautiful village.The village with lush green meadows,broad metallic roads demarcated with tall poplar trees,and running broods.A village where people do assemble under the chinars and share its shade.I want to preserve these soul refreshing moments-the moments gifted with love,faith and integrity.I dream my elders plan to sow the seedlings, and to harvest them together.Their self-help crowned with sweet melodies which they chant in the fields bring the angels to excitement.Within my dream I still have a faint image of the boys running to the stream with willow baskets to catch the fish.But...the moment i lay the hand on a fish, my dream is shuttered.God knows Why?

udaan

It is the matter of great pride that the people of Behrampora have ,ultimately found a reason to smile whole heartedly.The HSS Behrampora published its first issue of school magazine"UDAAN".A beautiful package for the promising souls.Read it and eualivate it. "A Trip to Teethwal" write up needs your attention.Every write up spreads the fragrance of my village.So read it and show your true attachment to your village.