To love and be loved,is to. Live life at its fullest;. To smile is to offer hope,to lost. To forgive is to offer redemption, for. Sinners on the verge of self-destruction. To write is to escape; from this grim world. Of malice,greed and hate. To make a friend is to share a bond; of a kind. So powerful; confusing, so beautiful; comforting. To loose a friend is to taste sorrow,of unimaginable heights;. A numbness to the body; a deception to the eyes,.

The Tale of an Orphan. He grew up on his own. A childhood of thorns and broken bones. Tossed around here and there. A child of eight, with an adverse burden to bear. While we bickered over toys and trinkets. In the comfort of safe shiny blankets. He strived in a house made of glass. For his mere survival with very little warmth. His blank eyes filled with deep scars of sorrow.

I heard this somewhere and I applied some of my thoughts to it. I thought it would be worthwhile to record it here for others to read and ponder upon. When you are hurt by someone, you eventually end up feeling disappointed and sad. If you were to look back at this thought, you would realise that, you feel sad because your heart feels heavy. Look at it this way,. Who can hurt you, only a person who is close to you. The first time he saw .

Because no one has seen the moment when flowers blossom. Confused and hoping to explain, I step over the threshold. Being alone and having little in the way of family, I had merely wished to make friends. I had always dreamt of having people who were close to me, in a way like a surrogate family. After all, almost everyone around me was close to someone or the other, so why not me? Maybe big good wolves are not allowed to exist.

A fluid state of being with a memorable trail, through a river full of thoughts I sail. I look into the mirror. The irony of it consumes me. And yet, all I see is me. I ruffle my hair to see a change. Finally a reflection of my emotion. My eyebrow quivers, my eyes a silver molten.

New people to meet,. New adventures to enjoy,. And new memories to create. May lights triumph over darkness,. May peace transcend the earth,. May the spirit of light illuminate the world,. May you celebrate a wonderful Diwali this year,. Have a blessed Diwali,. Happiness does not consist in things,. Educate them to be happy,.

That knows both are not. The same shade of black. He will be rewarded with sympathy. Rare is a man that. Knows acceptance is equality,. Rare is a man that. For he knows not how to hate. Because rare is a man.

The Story of Light Christingle. We hope that all these little lights will become a focus for prayer and positive thoughts as we journey together towards Christmas. After that the party and carols will continue into the night! We can se.