
The soaring temperature was leaving the throats parched, the tongue dry the animals too were not spared .
(p.s taken when we stopped by a roadside joint)
We are like silkworms; we make the thread out of our own substance and spin the cocoon, and in course of time are imprisoned inside.But this is not forever. In that cocoon we shall develop spiritual realisation, and like the butterfly come out free
SWAMI VIVEKANAND