If the year were spring were spring after spring, would you walk with a spring in your step? Would you pick a fine flower for your girlfriend’s hair? Would you stroll in a garden and chase after a hare? Would you laugh with the brook and blush at the breeze? Would you wink at the sun and smile when you sneeze? If the year were spring and no winter followed Would you even care?
“Tell me a story.” “Sure. What kind of story?” “I want to hear a story about love.” I settled back and collected my thoughts before I began. “In a place not far away but just outside of space and time, there was a girl called Love. People said she was beautiful and her light shone like a billion brilliant stars conspired and coalesced together. Her eyes danced like tiny fairies when she...
Puff puff; a smoke ring? A bright golden halo. Our sahebs! our lords! they are the true saints! wearing prada’s, chauffered limo’s, serenaded by soulful lyres, their heavenly castles becon. Cough cough; the men sing who still remain as mellow. Labouring on for frauds without tears or complaints; death in decaying silos, demonic fires and funeral pyres. This world is hell i reckon.
Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing...– Calvin Coolidge