So Many Things We Love Are You!

Only With Winter-patience Can We Bring The Deep-desired, Long-awaited Spring.

There Is No Sin Punished More Implacably By Nature Than The Sin Of Resistance To Change.

There Comes A Moment When The Things One Has Written, Even A Traveler's Memories, Stand Up And Demand A Justification. They Require An Explanation. They Query, 'who Am I? What Is My Name? Why Am I Here?

I Feel We Are All Islands - In A Common Sea.

Parting Is Inevitably Painful, Even For A Short Time. It's Like An Amputation, I Feel A Limb Is Being Torn Off, Without Which I Shall Be Unable To Function. And Yet, Once It Is Done... Life Rushes Back Into The Void, Richer, More Vivid And Fuller Than Before.