The River of Life
Life is like a river. The river of Life. It was a quiet evening. The birds had just stopped chirping...
Life is like a river. The river of Life. It was a quiet evening. The birds had just stopped chirping...
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. –...
Three friends met at the bottom of a mountain, to trek up a path to its summit and meet the...
Tourist or Traveler. Which one are you? There are two kinds of people. The first lot believe in traveling to...
Reflections on my journey to find God. ‘Why can’t I find You?’ I asked of God, in frustration. ‘I have...
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