I was then in my late twenties and had come home for a short break from my professional job or duty. I was then in my late twenties and had come home for a short break from my profe...

In the rhythm of the butterfly wings. In the rhythm of the butterfly wings.

Grace was a slim built, an orphan lad of twelve, with a wheatish complexion. The scorching summer su... Grace was a slim built, an orphan lad of twelve, with a wheatish complexion. The...

Of prayers, church, communion, and grace - we humans are just clay in the hands of Almighty, the Po... Of prayers, church, communion, and grace - we humans are just clay in the hands ...

I had fallen into the deepest mire and remained hung, I had fallen into the deepest mire and remained hung,

We, try to find sometimes real things but fail to discover them because of illusions. I We, try to find sometimes real things but fail to discover them because of illus...