I’m an open guestbook.
Anyone can see who have hurt me.
Anyone can see who have blessed me.
Anyone can see what I have gone through.
Anyone can see who I am now.
Anyone can see who I will become.
Anyone can be a part of my life.
Anyone can be a blessing to me.
Anyone can hurt me.
Anyone can love me.
Anyone can read what my feeling is.
Anyone can see what my philosophy is.
Anyone can sign in my guestbook.
Anyone can write anything in my guestbook.
Anyone can read what others have written.
This is how I become an open guestbook.
I hve no enemy in this world.
Anyone is can be my best friend if she/he chooses to.
If HATE comes, I will welcome him with LOVE.
If LOVE, I will welcome her with a HUGE HUGH.
After all, no one can shake my foundation because I am deeply rooted in he One I Believe.
The cherry trees in Zogam (Chin Hills); our land started blooming! Now it seems as if the whole village is flooded with clouds of white and pink. The wind blows and the cherries on the monther’s steam are floating down to the ground. All the paths are covered with white and pink and so is the ground.
The freshness of air and the beauty of nature gives life and pleasure to everyone. It is a romantic scence yet a beautiful sight in the small hill-side village of Saipimual in the month of November. Together with the dawn of the day, there came a mother who gave birth to a baby.
This innocent and unnamed little baby didn’t realize the paradiamshift and diversity of life. But sooner or later, he will discover the reality of life and what it looks like. But wait!… what an how exciting it is for the growing baby to know the awesome power of the universe.
All the adventures he came across in his life will be written somewhere at the corner of the Cyberspace. Now, this little baby is no other than the author of this weBLOG.
Y2K, December 1999.