I see speckles dotting the grey pavements like black spots on a piece of paper.  A closer look tells me that every speckle is moving purposely from place to place.  They seem in a hurry, racing again

            God makes visible to men his will in events, an obscure text written in a mysterious language. Men make their translations of it forthwith; nasty translations, incorrect, full of faults,

            I shall never forget my vacation at Seychelles Island. It was one of those blissful moments that make you fall in reminiscence about every now and then. Albeit having visited Seychelles I

Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart I feel your words a trembling moment start We’re in our world, our very own Sharing a love that only few ever will know Wine coloured days, w

          The glances of women are like certain apparently peaceful but really formidable machines. You pass them every day quietly, with impunity, and without suspicion of danger. There comes a mome