Once again Christmas is at our door. Every year during this time of the year I am reminded of an incident which I had experienced many years ago. On Christmas day I went to a village to visit a family with another friend. It was a sunny bright day. The journey wasn’t so pleasant. The muddy village road was good enough to make us half-dead. But, as always, I was happy to visit a village.
Friday, December 24, 2010
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