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
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
‘I bought a book today,’ was jotted down on my journal for that day. Not only one but many. It was for that particular day, and mostly on the days I received my pay. A few days ago, I need to look up something from my diary. I noticed some of them which took my … Read more
The background music prompts me to sing out loud from my heart. So, I started worshipping on my own. There was no real music. I was alone. It was a tune in my heart. And, as I sing more often, it sounded like a song. I put out those few lines into my notes. Then, … Read more
