The Circle of a Mother’s Love
?Look in those eyes... Listen to that dear voice... Notice the feeling of even a single touch that is bestowed upon you by that...
It might have been
Look, down there. That thing you just saw, shattered into a million tiny little pieces, is my heart. That sound you just heard was...
On Being Judged
She was understandably angry. Everyone she knew had some sort of comment to make and she was fed up of hearing them. She knew,...
Daddy
Long ago, I'd read somewhere that the true greatness of a person is reflected by the human inability to define that greatness. And so,...
The Dead Man Wore Pyjamas
Recently, I was reading Like the Flowing River, by Paulo Coelho. True, there were many thought provoking stories in the book, but there was...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
Live for the moment
It is always fun to dream. To fantasize that you are someone else, somewhere far far away. Someone who has escaped mundane daily life...
The Christmas Miracle
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a soul was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney...
Bits of a memory
And perhaps this is, in a way, the creation of another memory. Maybe we'll come across this little scrap one day, when clearing out...
The reason why I’m here
When I think of it, I realize that it's been such a long time since I wrote to you. Or talked to you. Or...
