“A touch that never leaves is the touch of faith. The flavour of truth in faith surpasses everything that’s lean and unwise.

Temper needs the arms of tranquillity to hold the soul together even when the heads that are synonymous with the morons knock the floor of one’s life. When our land has pestilence of the millionth order, truly and immensely fabrication of the conjectures should have been pronounced effectively by the “rulers” of this land. We people are the rulers and so ignorant of this fact.”