And as the year comes to an end I look around and see my bamboo flute stretched out on the grand piano. I pick it up and place my mouth tenderly against the unpolished bamboo hole, and then from the bamboo shoot pours out my soul. My tune is sad…
Inspirational Stories, spiced with Humour
And as the year comes to an end I look around and see my bamboo flute stretched out on the grand piano. I pick it up and place my mouth tenderly against the unpolished bamboo hole, and then from the bamboo shoot pours out my soul. My tune is sad…