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    Silver Chappals
    Silver Chappals
    Silver Chappals
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    Silver Chappals

    By Vineeth

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    In a few Indian temples there lies large pair of Chappals or wooden or silver-coated footwear which are considered sacred and belongs to the divine, ever since childhood the author often questioned why his Chappal lay outside while the divine one rests under shrines, the answer however was simple but it startled the author to stride its path Where nothing else steps in.
    SILVER CHAPPALS is a passionate journey through varying emotions of an individual who strives to realize himself as an individual and starts a process to emancipate from a cage of self-pity. It brings out the reflection of his soul through the poems during unmasking stages.
    This journey with the SILVER CHAPPALS is a continual process to let go the clutches and stride free.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPartridge Publishing India
    Release dateOct 14, 2015
    ISBN9781482858297
    Silver Chappals
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    Vineeth

    Vineeth is a naturalist, poet and a theatre artist. He has earned a Bachelors degree in IT Engineering, but he has spent most of his life in wilderness as naturalist and a wildlife guide. He is a story teller who brings jungle tales to school children during his spare time. Vineeth grew up in a lazy city of Mysore by a lonely lake which he considered as a best friend to share all his musings

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