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God’s own country – Kerala - India The disaster of Kerala taught us all a nice lesson. Everything went down the drain. I know this disaster is happening all around the world. We all work so hard, earn so much money, stash up and live selfishly (some)We give no time to family, just work and earn, we build big mansions/house/apartments, furnish them. We forget God who is the provider here, we just go on with our life, making more, killing another to earn a few more thousands, fighting for property that is really of no use, gossiping to make your own name, spoiling another name for no reason making up false stories. What is the use of all this? How much do you think you will carry when you are in your grave? Who will even bother after you are dead and gone? The largest sums of money you accumulate, the richest friends you have, the biggest houses you have, the cars you own, or rather all the luxury you have – I know is your hard work with your sweat. But it is God who is helping you ever...

My mother used to cook beans, but before she cooked the beans, she picked the bad and dirty beans and threw them at our backyard and only cooked the good beans. . But when the rain came, the dirty and bad beans became seed and grew up and looked beautiful; interestingly, that same person who threw them away started harvesting them; and she starts to see that the beans she threw away some time ago had value. Now let me tell you 1. Don't cry when people throw you at the backyard, 2. Don't cry when they reject you, 3. Don't cry while they are looking down at you. The rain is coming and the same people who are rejecting you will invite you. God loves even those that are left out and looked down upon. God will bless you, just stay connected to him and everyone will see how valuable you are. Stay blessed

This morning at 5 am While I sat in my garden And read the morning newspaper I watched two Parrots’s perched on A drumstick tree, Swaying on the branches, chirping away And enjoying, the fruit of the tree. Below the tree stood two little kittens Dreaming of attacking the birds Little do they know that should they even Dare to go close to them they would be attacked For, their beaks are sharp and a piece of flesh they could lose in the bargain. Then came the mother cat out of no where And jumped on the branch, To try to reach for the Parrots’ Alas she fell with a thud and the birds Flew away! Leaving the the cat and her kittens staring in dismay!

This morning at 5 am While I sat in my garden And read the morning newspaper I watched two Parrots’s perched on A drumstick tree, Swaying on the branches, chirping away And enjoying, the fruit of the tree. Below the tree stood two little kittens Dreaming of attacking the birds Little do they know that should they even Dare to go close to them they would be attacked For, their beaks are sharp and a piece of flesh they could lose in the bargain. Then came the mother cat out of no where And jumped on the branch, To try to reach for the Parrots’ Alas she fell with a thud and the birds Flew away! Leaving the the cat and her kittens staring in dismay!

From my window I see the big desert, That seems so quite, then all of a sudden I hear a hissing and swooshing sound The desert sand blows across my window Blowing sand all over and making the air thick with dust. In a distant I see a camel walk by not bothered of the blowing sand for he is used to it, living in the desert. I decide to take a walk across the desert As it seems so welcoming With the sand dunes all around The sand seems to flow like a river, My feet sink into the sand, Leaving big footprints, But when I turn back I see no foot prints in the sand For it’s gone with the wind. I see a caravan approaching, I stand by to watch them When they see me they give me a smile Their camels are laden with goods to be traded Across the borders that join the deserts and the cities. As I walk further I spot an Oasis and see Camels quenching their thirst from it Tents are pitched and there are some families Sitting besides the oasis, and chatting, smoking the Hukka and sipping Kava (Bl...