Stories under the Palm Kernel Tree

The drummers on the dusty roads, sings about the time when patience was king.The time when music was the antidote of the fearful heart. When the eyes that sees predicted that in every starting point, in every race, it always results in the runner that runs slowly and steady. As we laugh at the swifter who comes back with a message of defeat, his youthful exuberance was the storyline of the day. Such days when the sun rises and sets with us.  The days were quietly passing by but each moment was lifetime.