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An Introduction to my debut novel, 'The Fiery Women'

 https://www.facebook.com/padmapriya.srinivasaraghavan/videos/2667578063518082/

My first poem in Tamil

 எனது முதல் தமிழ் கவிதை தமிழ்நாட்டில் பிறந்தவர், பழமையான கொங்கு நிலத்தில், ஆனால் ஐயோ தமிழ் கற்க முடியவில்லை, முறையான அமைப்பில். அம்மா எனக்கு கற்பித்தார், என் தாய்மொழி, அதில் நான் அதிர்ஷ்டசாலி, நான் என் தாய்மொழியைக் கற்றுக்கொண்டேன். தமிழ், பழமையான மொழி, எல்லா மொழியின் தாய், தற்செயலாக பாருங்கள், தாய், தாய்மொழி, எல்லா மொழிகளின் தாய், தமிழ் மொழி! டாக்டர்.எஸ். பத்மபிரியா

Pebbles

 Pebbles  Many tributes to boulders, Are paid, None to small stones, What is life without, Pebbles  on the ground? Dr.S.Padmapriya

#Books and Authors

  Books and Authors Death of a City: Amrita Pritam Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire: Edward Gibbon Devdas: Sharat Chandra Chattopadhyay Discovery of India: Jawaharlal Nehru Divine Comedy: Dante Alighieri Distant Neighbours: Kuldip Nayyar Doctor's Dilemma: George Bernard Shaw Don Juan: Lord Byron Double Helix: J.D.Watson Durgesh Nandini: Bankim Chandra Chatterjee Emma: Jane Austen Eternal Himalayas: Major H.P.S.Ahluwalia

Valuable Literary Lines from 'The Bard of Avon': Part 1

 Here are some valuable lines from his plays...They are relevant even in contemporary times. # *All's Well That Ends Well*  * The Web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. [ IV, iii. 83] * There's a place and means for every man alive.[IV, iii.379] # *Antony and Cleopatra*  *Let Rome in Tiber melt and the wide arch/Of the ranged empire fall! Here is my space/Kingdoms are clay.[ I, i.33] *Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/Her infinite variety; other women cloy/The appetites they feed. [II, ii.243] # *As You Like It*  *Beauty provoketh fools sooner than gold.[ I, iii.113] *Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly./Then heigh -ho! the holly!/This life is most jolly. [II, vii. 181] *All the world's a stage,/And all the men and women merely players:/[ II, vii.139] *And so, from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,/ And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,/ And thereby hangs a tale. [II, vii.26] # *The Comedy of Errors*  *The pleasing punishment th