Onam

I somehow has the habit of being broke around festivals. This time too it was no different. As the day grew and the unusual rains on an Onam day dampened the spirit, I became a miserable wreck.

To you Oh! my LORD, I offer all those, who are lost and lonely, who have no one to speak to, no love and no where to go in these holidays, console us My GOD-Jesus, you who know what it means to be lonely and dejected.