"things fall apart, the centre cannot hold", says the poet.
our cook Mr. Kunjumon(means little son, eventhough he is 65) left yesterday, and a new cook Mr. Shaji came. On this fine Sunday mornig he too left, this necessarily implies we are in the kitchen... our experiments and inventions are on and on...
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