I have been talking to a friend about out hopes and dreams and schemes for the new year. She asked me not to scoff when she said she had set her compass cosmically, declared her dreams to the Universal Power and was quite content to leave it in the Hands …
If you happen to be fabulously fifty and out there on the road, there is stuff you need to deal with that you never have a thought of when your breasts are as perky as your walk
“God wont come and get the teeth, you have to go to Ajmer and a dentist man takes them out for God.”
