When you pray for others, you get something for yourself.

Today my sister’s results came out. She has passed her Examination miraculously.

The former sentence is valid here because, I have taken a vow yesterday that I would pray in the Mahim church every possible Wednesdays till my last day in Mumbai. It was for her.

And today, she got her good results. I still remember the day when she came back after the examination, completely broken.

But I don’t want to tell her about this now, coz, she has another year to pass her graduation. What if she takes this vow for a ride?

And now I’m very happy to see her happiness. And that's my great profit in this deal. In deed, lot of thanks to our Lady of Love.

My first cigarette was when I was three years old. A ‘used’ Panama filter. I don’t exactly remember the man, who had finished it almost till the end. I was just trying to imitate what he was doing.
After taking the dying cigarette in hand, I thought for a moment as to which direction should I breathe it.
Blow out?? ‘Chiichii’, I had emitted a big swell of smoke.
I pulled it in..Yes, but a mouthful of tangy smoke made me to cough hysterically.
But there was someone who had been looking at me all those time without my knowledge, my Dad.
(He is a very good human being, friendly and warm, except when he is angry. )
The rest is secret (a very natural secret between a father and a son).