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  Want, the beggar had been in a very bad shape when Contentment ruled the state. However, he was shown mercy by few, and received their attention in uplifting of his status. But he used their kindness to his advantage and continued begging. He then became a perpetual and rich beggar. Soon he captured all the markets and towns and sent Contentment into exile by a treacherous conspiracy with his friend Temptation. He made all inhabitants of the state a slave of his tyrannical demands.  His wives Indulgence, Greed and Lust were losing the resources of the country to their sons Anger, Chaos and Laziness. Anger was a spoilt brat who would even threaten his parents for life. Chaos was a totally confused personality and Laziness was a born sycophant who promised to take the legacy of Want to great heights! However, all of them were incapable of maintaining and undeserving of the resources they had acquired.  The ruler of the enemy state, Discipline was a sheer threat to Want and his family.

Our lives are pulled by the string of our dreams like a kite. This thin string may sometimes become invisible with only the kite floating above and being visible. But the string is there as long as it floats above the skies, with the winds of breath. Mrs S. Saraswathy a retired government school teacher,from Chennai, India, now living in Singapore since 10 years, 72 years of age,  obliged me with this insightful interview where we shared views on one's dreams in life. She started with telling about herself: Her father was in the teaching profession and had inspired her and all her 7 sisters into teaching. She started working as a teacher at the young age of 19 years. She taught English and Mathematics. Since it was her dream to be a teacher, she thoroughly enjoyed every bit of her teaching life. She said, " More than teaching it is important to love your students. If there is mutual love between students and teacher, learning becomes so much easier as the student is in

A Matter of Time She was sorting out the clothes in the closet; putting aside those that got shorter to be donated and torn ones to be used as dusters. When clothes got old or torn, she used them as dusters. She felt environment conscious in this type of reuse and even found it economical as it saved her money for the dusters. One of her son's vests had a hole in it so she decided to replace it as her dusting cloth.  After it was used for the intended job, it turned from white to grey, with all the muck on it. Even after washing the stains won't go off, and she did not even try scrubbing it too hard, as it was only a duster. This duster was washed alongside with other clothes which included some new vests for her son. After washing when she put up the clothes to dry on the line, her son accompanied her. Placing the new vests and the 'duster' side by side on the line, she casually remarked to her son “Look at the difference!" trying to point out

A Letter to GOD Top of Form Bottom of Form When I was around 8 or 9 years old, my mother had been sick for some days. I asked my father “when will Mummy be well again?” He said,  “If you write a letter to God to make Mummy well, she will get well soon. God responds to small children very quickly.” I took his word and tore a paper from my school note-book and wrote a letter to God asking Him to make mummy well. I even decorated it with small sketches colored with crayons to make it appealing for God to read. Then I went to Papa and asked him for a stamp. He said that letters to God did not require stamps.  So I simply glued the edge of the paper, folded inside like an inland letter, addressed ‘TO GOD’ and posted it in the post collection box near our house. I was still unsure if the letter would reach God without the stamp. But in my heart I hoped it would. I waited for a reply too. Each time I heard the postman’s bicycle bell, I would run out to see if he had got a