Back from a trip to hyderabad. Had to attend my grandad's tenth day ceremony. I feel sad, I remember the things he used to say, the places where he would often, in the house, be found.
But then there's this from the Gita that keeps me calm:
The soul is unborn, eternal and without a beginning
The wise grieve neither for the dead nor the living
- The Gita, chapter 2 para 11
Anyway on my way back to Blore, I saw a board with the following verbiage:
' TINY TITS PLAYSCHOOL '
I think it is on minister road.