harimohans

Writing is a passion that springs from inside . to me it gives deep fulfilment if it could give hapiness to the reader that is satisfaction to the writer most of my blogs are written on the spur with no editing the moment for writing should be spontaneous and the flow continous Behind every single second of ones life is a hidden story the magic of bringing life into words is invigorating

Sunday, November 29, 2015

The Daughter

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The train rolled into Tirur railway station slowly coming to a stop It was an odd time and the platform was empty. from a sleeper compart...
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Tuesday, November 03, 2015

shed a tear please

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The stench was overpowering , the winds howled  ,death was in the air . Dhruv ran from the edge of the platform to the station masters r...
Sunday, October 11, 2015

An ode to the Mahatma

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An ode to the Mahatma I love There lived a man who was beyond one He was one of the best to be born under this sun His back was bent...
Sunday, September 27, 2015

Bali

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It was dusk as the Royal Brunei airline flew into the air like a graceful bird and lifted away from a green Brunei onto its way to Bali is...
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harimohan
Kochi, Kerala, India
This blog belongs to a writer who does it for its joy rather than its readership ,but still would be spurred by reader comments Most posts are unprepared ,unedited,and are literal extempores . The topics range from sex to sambhar pin to pistol . Am a physician have been in family medicine ,medical oncology ,and now in palliative care and pain management in India and abroad . My genre in writing are travel ,food and satire
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