Once, my town was struck by a severe cyclone. It lashed through the town uprooting trees and breaking homes. I could se neighbors moving out of their homes. But humanness and the love of neighbors could be evidently seen. People thronged to help each other. And soon the storm that looked never ending ended and people reclaimed their life.
| A Down Pour Of Love | March 16, 2010 | 05:11 am |
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