English Lovers @ St. Mary's Pala

 AMORE MORIENS GOLDEN RULE BY NORMAN ROCKWELL ,1961 Amor , love , is aisthesis in its purest form. We hear the word, we feel it, and we live it. Everything that has life deserves love, and to love, in turn, is a fundamental part of the circle of life. Love is a curse for some.... a curse as gorgeous as fire . For others, love is an Art Deco masterpiece: the most perfect thing to ever happen, the only thing that makes sense in this senseless world. And for some, love is an endless battle, for they say, if you can’t fight for your love, why love at all? For the longest time, it has been love , and love alone , that has held the entire living realm together. Whether man or animal, it is love: the love we receive from our parents, the love we choose to spend our lives with, and the love we share within our communities and with the world as a whole. Love has always been the red thread tying us all together, connecting every one of us. But what if the thread that once held us together is...

 BELLA CIAO   They say one night in Bandra can change your life, and trust me they’re not wrong. Oh, wait, I haven’t even introduced myself, my bad !!  I’m Money…yep  an actual crisp note, fresh from the Reserve Bank, still smelling of ink and possibility. How I reached Bandra is a journey in itself… well brace yourself  , after I was born in reserve bank  I was  stacked neatly in a bundle, then I was transformed to a far off bank  , after that I found myself in the calloused hands of a farmer, travelled all the way to Punjab, slipped into a taxi, and somehow ended up here, in Bandra, resting in the pocket of a taxi wallah. Crazy, isn’t it?  Eeee—thump!  I felt the taxi stop . Ohhh am I being transferred again? Wait… yes, I think I am. Just then a soft hand picked me up… oh it’s a womans ?  “Thank you,” she  said in a tired voice ; oh lorddy she reeked  of sleep deprivation and caffeine overdose.   Before I ...