volcano

He told me he wanted to develop his personality . I told him he could. He wanted to pour out. A burdened soul - one among the so many who carry around a baggage which they don't know how to offload. I told him he could come to the guest house. And you know what he did. Well to be precise here was a man - in the words of the Bible - who had known many 'men'. He was girlish, stinking, with unkempt hair but with a smile on his face. Well you know what I have begun to realize you need to tread on thorns to really smile . He had wanted love. His parents could not give him that. He was alone. He had longed so much for it that when one did come, he had no issues The only thing he didn't know was that he had a seen a mirage - yes a mirage ! He chased it. He chased it hard with long hours on the net and an exciting appointment schedule. He wanted to so much to take revenge when he sought his mirage. He was pouring out and I knew grace had finally caught him. The hound of heaven ...

A heart which is true compels you to the truth.

I was returning after visiting my recently discovered long-lost relatives. They had treated me to a Parish festival meal - duck's meat, pork, fish and what have you. I hadn't done the usual routine in the morning as sometimes my bowels give up on me, especially when I am travelling. I left the place by bus and was to take another bus from this place to Trivandrum. Well this time my tummy started demanding release. Well you can't anything else but obey. I got down from the bus, searched for a place to offload, however, none was available but one run by the Kerala state tourism department - the only western toilet in that place - and that too without a toilet cover! Now I took cover and took off searching for a good hotel. In the meanwhile my stomach was sounding a constant SOS . I walked to the receptionist and asked for the toilet - a western one. To tell you honestly, I was prepared to pay anything for a good ride. I asked for a room. I said I would pay for use. You know w...