Musings

It has been said that when a butterfly flutters it wings in one corner of the world its effects are felt in another corner. One day Nasrudin goes for a drive in the country. He comes to a beautiful field. … Continue reading →

Months had come and gone, monotonous, dreary months, no home, no work, no friend. Then suddenly the sun had emerged one morning over a surprised, rain soaked city. Now, as I watched, that same sun prepared to make its departure … Continue reading →