Believers Are Each Other's Mirrors.

A Saint Belongs To All Humanity.

That Was The One Thing About The Rain That Likened It To Sorrow: You Did Your Best To Remain Untouched, Safe And Dry, But If And When You Failed, There Came A Point In Which You Started Seeing The Problem Less In Terms Of Drops Than As An Incessant Gush, And Thereby You Decide You Might As Well Get Drenched.

I Remember A Time When It Was Ok To Make Fun Of Politicians And Powerful People. Now, It's Not Ok Anymore. We've Forgotten How To Laugh.

Either Grant Me The Bliss Of The Ignorant Or Give Me The Strength To Bear The Knowledge.

What Is The Point Of Roaming The World When It's The Same Misery Everywhere?