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The Picture of "Lakshmipura House" made me to go down the memory lane. For some time I was lost in the reminiscenses of our house in megaravalli and the happiness of Our joint family.
ಪ್ರತ್ಯುತ್ತರಅಳಿಸಿI am very much fascinated by the life of Mr.Sethna. His enthusiasm, love for the nature, creativity are really exempalary tto one and all.
The poem on "Kadi soorya kanthi hoogalu" is fine. Even thopugh I hail from Malnad region, I have not yet seen "Ippe Mara"!. The discription of the fruit resembles One called "Balige Hannu", which the students coming from the villages to School at Megaravalli were bringing and giving to me with all affection. In that fruit also three to four seeds covered with sweet pulp were present. A very very tasty fruit ofcourse!
Thanks for the articles and poem, which made me to go through with interest.