We have suffered the scarcity of the socialist years, and surfeited on the excesses of the consumerist age. Perhaps it is time to draw a balance, and arrive at the ethical and intelligent approach of thrift. More>>
Thou art more kind than mother dear, More soothing than the rays of moon Thy love an everflowing tide, Sinks deeper than a common stream
I know of none that equals Thee Thou best of all immortal Gods
I wave my name above Thy head, And part it at thy holy feet.
Tukaram
Thou art more kind than mother dear, More soothing than the rays of moon Thy love an everflowing tide, Sinks deeper than a common stream I know of none that equals Thee Thou best of all immortal Gods I wave my name above Thy head, And part it at thy holy feet. Tukaram