A Bard’s Retreat

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears: One man opens his throat to sing, the other sings in his mind. Only when waves fall on the shore do they make a harmonious sound; Only when breezes shake the woods do we hear a rustling in the leaves.... Continue Reading →

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The City Of Joy

The announcement from the flight attendant woke me up from the mild slumber and I looked down. The display of small bright lights seemed to decorate the whole city and gave its meaningful name┬áThe City of Joy! After all the waiting in queue for check-out and baggage, I exit the aerodrome and hail a taxi.... Continue Reading →

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