A Heartfelt Downpour

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights But the queerest they ever did see; One of those was the night a self proclaimed sinner did... Continue Reading →

The festival signifying the victory of ‘good over evil’ for EVERYONE?

It is that cornerstone of the year again. Amidst the coruscating lights that lit up the streets, with newspapers and television channels flooded with the conspicuous advertising of the commencement of the festive season;she realised that the "festival of lights" is here. The sight was an allusion that jogged her memory... "So,finally, you all are... Continue Reading →

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