The violin

Dec '77

At this time of fear, anxiety and deep sorrow! So he took up his fiddle and let the river of tears run its course, accompanied by the fluid notes he created on his violin!

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Oh Rocky, I am so deeply in love with you. You played the violen and poured out your love and expressed your deepest emotions in the tunes you played. 

"Oh play to me Gypsy! And when I am gone, your songs will come haunting me and linger on"

Yes, Rocky every gesture, every look you gave me is a song that haunts me and lingers on.

You never told me you loved me but I could ride the high crest of every wave in the calm and in the rough seas of life, secure in your love.

With his quiet faith, Rocky assured me. I saw the worry in his eyes. I knew that his very human fear for the children's safety was just as great as mine. 

"I will put all my energy into your work. I promise dear God!"

With Rocky it had not been a high standard of living, but knowing HOW to live. He lived deeply, passionately, and knew was it was to feel vulnerable. He carried suffering, humiliation and set backs as badges of honour won in the battle fields of life. - Dosha

"He poked gentle fun at the world in general"

"Many other err and accomplish little or nothing becuase they try to become learned rather than to live well" 

- Thomas a Kempies- 

Freedom

Where the mind is without fear and

the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls.

Where words come out from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches

its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason

has not lost its way into the dreary

desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom,

My Father, let my country awake!

-Tagore-