Whispers of Gratitude
God, the uninterrupted flow of your graciousness has distracted me from thanking you!
The flood of Thy bounty has rendered me, incapable of counting your praises!
Your boons are abundant, my tongue is too weak to count them!
Thy favors are many…
The Pace of Ink
There is a specific, cool dampness to old paper that clings to the fingertips, a scent of pressed wood and slow time. I remember the feeling of a rainy afternoon spent tracing the grain of a page, the way the ink felt slightly raised, like…
Varanasi Flower Girls by Shikchit KhanalBrave Little Girl
The world is always a bitter place for girls. Every moment of every day it exploits and manipulates and buys and sells the souls of the girls. But there are some who makes their way through. Great people like Mother Teresa or Joan of Arc may…