I want to read you every night. I want to take you to bed with me : your words, your thoughts, your mind, your body and your soul.

And on cold wintry nights she loves listening to Elvis croon 'Are you lonesome tonight?' just as I do.

Never stop when you are tired. Stop when you are done!

We keep drifting till we see light. Seldom do we realize that the light was always there!

Sunrises and sunsets were breathtaking moments in his life. Moments of exhilaration and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when he would dream. Dreams that splashed myriad colors on his mind's gray canvas!

The night is the balm for the wounded soul!