He Who Spits Paan At The Ceiling

Zoroastrianism Is About The Opposition Of Good And Evil. For The Triumph Of Good, We Have To Make A Choice. We Can Enlist On The Side Of Good By Prospering, Making Money And Using Our Wealth To Help Others.

The Law Is A Grim, Unsmiling Thing. Not Justice, Though. Justice Is Witty And Whimsical And Kind And Caring.

You See, You Cannot Draw Lines And Compartments, And Refuse To Budge Beyond Them, Sometimes You Have To Use Your Failures As Stepping Stones To Success

There Didn't Seem To Her Any Harm In It, And The Make-believe Was So Comforting.

But Nobody Ever Forgot Anything, Not Really, Though Sometimes They Pretended, When It Suited Them. Memories Were Permanent. Sorrowful Ones Remained Sad Even With The Passing Of Time, Yet Happy Ones Could Never Be Recreated - Not With The Same Joy. Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.