The 'cashewian moment'

I'm not near the banks of Wye, but the banks of Periyar or Meenachil

I have smelt Romanticism only through the alien autumn and the West wind

The shiver and thrill of tragedies and comedies strike me through 'well-paraphrased' texts

Here I am, traversing the battles of Tulips and Roses, made familiar through

google images and impressive videos.

Yet I infinitely enjoy the spirit that runs through each thread

Let the beads on these threads weave its magic on me!