Over the Seas and through the Skype!

Alphbet Art: Funny Faces!


Number Art: Favourite Animals!


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What a Great Blessing YOU ARE...my kutty niece!


Thanks to SKYPE that we could have such fun...

We used to sing "over the hills & through the woods"

Not Any more!

Now the song should go as " over the internet and through the World Wide Web!"


Unthinkable only 20 years ago... and still unbelievable; but we are having such fun "over the seas and through the SKYPE"


I am sure Mummy-you would have been very proud of your grand daughters. They not only look like you but also have a knack for art & painting. YOU... prevail!!!

If only we had SKYPE-20 years ago- you probably would still be living; it's Ok, I know YOU ARE... with us & watching us, anyway!


-by VeerajaR: I am My Mother's Daughter!

One more Day...!

One more day... I pray, loving God
One Dear soul to spare... my God!

One more day... to be with her
One more word, I yearn to hear
One more laughter yet to share
One more recipe yet to prepare
One more cardinal to watch together
One more hug to cherish forever!

One more day to be with... dear
One, I call mummy- after my
One... passed on to Heaven- rare
One, she called me... her own.
One more day... I pray, each day- for
One dear soul to spare... my GOD!

-by VeerajaR

On Mother's Day, 2009
-Praying for my MOTHER (-in-law), LILY AGNES RAJARATNAM

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Walk of Fame?

My Mother's Daughter... may be one day!

VeerajaR

Just for YOU

Egg Hoppers... with crunchy wings

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All Glory Goes to GOD!

Happy Easter 2009-and

New Year Greetings from Sydney!

Author with her uncle James J. Rajanayagam.

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Probing Ant Hills

Do you know the entrance to ant hills (at least the tiny red ants from the tropics) are closed every night, with a muddy patch?

One early morning, as a child-I saw this muddy patch of an ant hill enclosure/gate. I came running after school to see what happened to it. There was no mud sealing; the entrance was wide open and the tiny ant buddies were busy signaling and seem to be marching in all (eight) directions. I thought, I must have had a dream about ants closing the entrance.

Next morning when I woke up-the thought "the mighty muddy enclosure of the ant hill"- popped up in my mind. I just dumped handful of the tasty pink herbal tooth powder in my palm and ran to the playground. There it was-a fresh new muddy patch covering the entrance to the ant hill.

Trying not to get the tooth powder from my forefinger in my eye-I rubbed my eyes with the back of my right hand and looked again. I was not dreaming. There was no entrance and no ants. But, the muddy patch was there covering the entrance!

I picked up a thin twig and pushed down the muddy patch; instantaneously, the ant soldiers poured out jamming up the entry way, literally looking to tackle the intruder. Wow! Do they even sleep? Now that I have confirmed the existence of a perpetual, nocturnal muddy patch, protecting the fortress of the ants- I began to wonder and ponder upon my next question.

Do the ants ever go to sleep?

I am still not sure; all I know is that- by the Grace of GOD...I am going to Australia!

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I am my-mother's daughter!

Soul... Beaming with JOY!

Sitting leisurely on the porch…
Sipping away the brimming tea,
Shifting into bliss afar
Sensing the aroma … exotic,
Seeping through my soul
Slowly lifting me up!

Soothing notes of thousand
Song bird calls and
Sweet scents of Honey-suckles
Sweeping through my senses,
Softly lulling me into a…
Swirl of acute awareness!

So far away and tiny
Specks… all big troubles
Seem to shrink- without a
Shrink -and renewed
Soul beaming with joy,
Sipped away the cup of tea!

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All Rights Reserved.


Thanks to Sally Rodes Lee, the sharp literary intellectual who recognized me as a poet in her book "The Spirit of Monterey"; I have finally made my mother very proud!

I am sure my mother's "Soul...Beaming with JOY"- showering her Blessings... on all the living angels who touch my life and making it blissful!

I am my-mothersdaughter!

-VeerajaR