when morning arrives, a day comes. Each day opens it doors of fortune and misfortune to all. There is non who is neither fortunate nor unfortunate in a day. The onus lies on pilgrims of...

To wake up each morning is a miracle.

Joyful morning, good morning, good day.

I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer’s gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous...