I want to see your eyes that place once,s again
Which I have left further back
I want to be in your dreams
I want to participate in all your activity
Whatsoever I want to test the new rhythm of this new society
through yourself
I have nothing to teach your but to learn
I want to learn new language and new tone
of consolation
I want to learn on more mothertung in your language correctly
I want to search that mango through yourself
Which in my childhood
I had hidden in straws
and came back from my village to city
I know that you are only who can search
through the smell of that which is vanished to me
but now here and there it will be save to you
I want to remember that stories
to choose the tone and scene of the stories
which my grandmother describe to me
but no feeling heat were reached up to you that
I want you also feel that heatness
I want in the Gangi river of my village
to enjoy again through yourself where
you have never gone
I want you must go once to my village
It is assured the fragrance will
also identify to you
without my direction and without any enquiry
to others you will reach all the places
where I had lost my childhood and
you will also like to search the same.
-Traslated from Hindi by Lal Bahadur Singh
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.