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 10:26 | 25/Jun/2008 | 8 Comment(s)
god's wife

Gods' Wife

 

An Eye Witness Account from New York City, on a cold day in December:
 
A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. 

 

A lady approached the boy and said, "My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?"
 
"I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes," was the boy's reply.
 
The lady took him by the hand and went into the store and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a  basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.
 
She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with a towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes. She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him. She patted him on the head and said, "No doubt, my little fellow, you feel more comfortable now?"
 
As she turned to go, the astonished lad caught her by the hand, and looking up in her face, with tears in his eyes, answered the question with these words: "Are you God's Wife?"

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 13:24 | 7/Jun/2008 | 1 Comment(s)
just a few lines

Death :--- Where Life Ends ;


Hate :--- Where Love Ends ;


Divorce :--- where Marriage Ends ;


Ocean :--- Where Land Ends ;


FRIENDSHIP :--- where 'I' Ends "WE" begins...................

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 12:12 | 4/Oct/2006 | 9 Comment(s)
a beautiful message .........


Hi,


 


Good morning Have a nice day!


For a change, a beautiful message ......... 



 


Somebody once asked god


 


"What surprises you most about Mankind?"


 


 


God replied "They lose their health to make money and then lose their money to restore their health...


 


By thinking anxiously about the future they forget the present...


 


Such that they live neither for the present nor for the future...


 


They live as if they will never die and they die as if they had never lived..."  


 


Cheers,


Partha

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 12:17 | 29/Sep/2006 | 1 Comment(s)
HEY ALL

 

RUN THROUGH THE RAIN


 


A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target.  She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence.  It was pouring outside.  The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.  We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.  I am always mesmerized by rainfall.  I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.  Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.




The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.


"What?" Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey.  We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom.  That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.

"This morning?  When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"

"Don't you remember?  When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'"




The entire crowd stopped dead silent.  I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain.  We all stood silently.  No one came or left in the next few minutes.


Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.  Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly.  Some might even ignore what was said.  But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life.  A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right.  Let's run through the rain.  If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran.  We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles.  They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.  They got soaked.  But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did.  I ran.  I got wet.  I needed washing.


Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.  But no one can ever take away your precious memories... So, don't forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories everyday.  To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.


I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.  Send this to the people you'll never forget and remember to also send it to the person who sent it to you.  It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry.

Take the time to live!!!




Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you'll need each other -- and don't forget to run in the rain!

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 11:55 | 29/Sep/2006 | 1 Comment(s)
MAN KHUB KHARAP

HELLO FRIENDS..
WELCOME TO MY BLOG

I M VERY DEPRESSED TODAY.....
I M MISSING KOLKATA VERY MUCH
SPECIALLY KOLKATA IN PUJA.......

DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ?????????

BUT MISSING ALL MY FRIENDS RELATIVES AND FLAVOUR OF KOLKATA,...........................................

BYE

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