
Poetry in the Prose of Life…!
‘When we share—that is poetry in the prose of life…..’ Sigmund Freud Found an announcement today, that the free rations for the poor were being extended for another five years. I knew without a doubt why the announcement was being made a little before the elections. But isn’t…

Stretch Out and Touch..!
One day while walking in the park I accidentally brushed past a man. “Sorry!” I said. “Thank you!” he replied. I walked on a little puzzled, wondering whether I’d heard right, and then slowed down waiting for him to pass, “Why did you say thank you?” I asked. “Because you’re…

Saldana..!
That night a watchman was asleep! I remember that night many years ago! I woke him up harshly; he stumbled to his feet, a seventy year old, who should have been resting at home with his feet up, but now still working to support his wife. “What’s your name?” I…

Your Healing Touch..!
I’d never been one to visit the sick and always felt my wife, a doctor, did enough visiting at her hospital for both of us; but this time I had to go. He was an old man, well into his eighties and I had always been particularly fond of him….

Father Stan, Shepherds and Angels..!
Leo Tolstoy, the great Russian author, writes about walking down a street and passing a beggar. Tolstoy reached into his pocket to give the beggar some money, but alas, his pocket was empty. Turning to the beggar, Tolstoy told him, “I’m sorry brother, but I have nothing to give!” The…