Our younger days

days of our youth

Days filled with laughter, tears, and fun, Echoes of a lifetime, have just begun. Our younger days will become our past, Yet a time of dreams, forever to last. Endless nights with the stars shining Lights of hope on a sun-kissed morning. Hearts that beat wild with willful desire, Spirits that danced with burning fire. … Read more

Repeat the sound of joy

the sound of joy echoing

Up until now, in my melancholic state and emotions, I can still hear the repeating sound of joy echoing the valleys and hills in my childhood days during the Christmas season. Christmas comes in the winter season in our region. Winters were suitable for growing mustard at the end of other seasonal crops. We spent … Read more

Letters from My Father

My father wrote letters to me; more often than any girl would. It was written with love. Neatly written in his very own hand but with severe curves, which could take time to read. Today, I am submerged in a plethora of emotions, thinking back at those good old times. My father would used papers … Read more

Seven Days of Prayer

prayer times

My grandfather visited us to spend time with us. One of his main agenda was to pray for me for seven consecutive days. I have always kept it private. However, this time I want to share it with you. Unlike before, my health was not in its best shape. It was getting worse; it rocked … Read more

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