Little hands at work, blending colours with abandon, weaving mischief with fledgling artistry. Sometimes their creations defy adult definitions. Best to observe without interference amidst the splattered paint, raided brushes, and smudged papers. It's all part of the revelry.
We were desperately searching for a match for my younger son. With his marriage slightly delayed, we were both worried and anxious. Many...
Little blessings today: Neighbour's mangoes in my yard, I never coveted them. If I had not visited that side, we would never know....
Listening to wise words this morning, brought these thoughts to mind. Awareness and the five senses form the primary means by which we...
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