It is monsoon again I sit alone on my bed looking through the window watching the downpour. It is late afternoon the sky is angry and dark the wind is blowing strong a tree branch has fallen. Lightning shoots through the sky thunder roars the earth shakes I am scared....

A tiny seed in the ground below I watched for weeks until it sprouted. Inch by inch the tiny plant grew Now leaves, now twigs for it was a teakwood tree. Time moved on fast fifty years passed Now a mighty tree under its shadow I sit. A seed of habit you sow now no...

I opened the door to my wardrobe to get a shirt that matched my suit. Among the expensive bright lovely clothes an old shirt peeked through that was faded and used. Gray and old collar torn holes everywhere stitches out. It has been there for twenty years hung unused...

The line is thrown with the bait on the hook by the fishermen to catch a fish. The hook and the bait are custom made for the kind of fish he wants to trap. There is pleasure in sin for a season at least if you go for the pleasure you are caught with a hook. Temptation...