Life’s unexpected journey leaves behind bittersweet memories. The sounds of my footsteps of the past are the only sign, I too was there. Yet with time as the seasons change, the footprints left behind fade away. The musical sounds we created too fade away, leaving us with only memories. Today I bid farewell to my
Author: Ann Marie Ruby
On February the 28th, 1909, in New York City, the Socialist Party of America had declared the very first national women’s day. After a lot of tears and a lot of pain and sufferings, we the women got our recognition. Socially, economically, and politically women too are recognized as equal. In my eyes it was
Humans across the world are born into different races. We are all divided through our respective religious beliefs. We are also separated by land and water as we are born within different countries. Yet I always believed when everything is lost and nothing can be found to us the humans, that’s when humanity finds its
Journey through life comes to an end, with the arrival of the ferryman. I watch so many people cross the ocean of life as their canoes come and call for them. Even then I know there are no fears or tears except leaving one’s loved ones behind. I only hope all twin flames can go
Standing by the seashore, I wonder why is it I can’t see the end or the depth of the sea? I knew the sea flows from one country to another changing her name at times. I waited for the sunsets to appear on the sea before I headed back home. It was then I realized





