Editorial

A Sunday reflection: Nuggets of time and eternity

As the days froze in the deep secluded mountainous scenes, The sound of the sweet conch shells sounded loud and clear As the winding mossways returned to the darkest crevices of the night, The little wintry hamlet led itself to a sound sleep

The Goddess comes home yet again, In a world ripe with strife To create the aura of light and goodness

As mankind wishes for

Shantih, Shantih,Shantih

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