Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.

What a snapshot is to your life, your life is to eternity, so wouldn't it be nice if eternity captured you smiling?

An art critic is someone who hopes to see his ideas translated to canvas without having to learn how to paint.

I guess I have never really doubted that we are all born to our guardian angel.

We are Godseekers all, though some be churchgoing believers and others pilgrims to an unknown shrine.

What happens if I do nothing?

Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.