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Engaged!

Nay, don't be fooled by the title! I saw an elderly couple deeply engaged in playing a game of dice during the entire length of our trip from Howrah to Chennai (14-15 Nov). They kept a scorecard and diligently updated it with each settling of the overworked but muted dice. You could easily be fooled into believing that they were indulging in a task of profound intellectual interest had it not been for the obviousness of the 5 silly dice.

 

It was nice watching their diligence in playing a game that would normally elicit nothing but disdain from most adults. Life's treasures often lie in the little things we so easily overlook.

 

A memorable lesson learnt.

Comments

saurabh said…
hey why isnt the mirror updated in more than an year?
Deepanjan said…
The mirror was supposed to be a backup.

However, since I now have an automated backup system, the mirror has become redundant.
shobha pandit said…
Hi Deepanjan,
I visited both ur sites but oneis long redundant!
U can visit my site, but they have my poems and other tit bits:
http://shobhainnerjourneys.blogspot.com

http://shobha448.vox.com
Do visit and leave a comment for me to read.

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