Amarts's Notes

                                                 Margaret was stunned upon hearing from her maid, Helen, that it was a Thursday. She had lost a track of the days and thought it was a Wednesday.  Ever since she got married, everyday had always looked like every other day because she did the same things every day, it was a life of boring routines. Still in doubt, her eyes rolled over to the calendar on the wall of her room and surprisingly, her maid was right. She wished it was a Monday or Tuesday or at worst a Wednesday, Thursday was too close to a Saturday. Soon, she would see his black face again. Chief would mount on her like a lion on its prey once he arrives on Saturday. He had made her feel like he had married her just to satisfy his sexual craving. His hu...

Image credit: www.olderhood.com             “Young man!”  Opportunity shouted from where he stood. He had been watching the young man    since he started his journey to the Land of Happiness.  “Good day,” the young man said cheerfully, after he had walked up to Opportunity. “Where are you going to?” Opportunity asked even though, he knew where the young man was heading to. “I am going to the Land of Happiness to seek my own happiness,” he replied buoyantly. “Why are you moving towards the East to the Land of Happiness?” Opportunity asked. “Because everyone is moving towards that direction,” he replied. "You see?" He said, pointing at a man walking towards the direction. “You are making a mistake young boy. The journey to finding your true happiness is independent of others.” “But everyone moves towards that direction to find happiness,” the young man said quick...