KAMA SUTRA BY Vatsyayana

The Fall

What is it like after death? Is it peace? Can any one answer?

High on Sugar

There is a knock at the door. It’s unusual for someone to come this early morning. Opening it, what I saw took my breath away. I stood there motionless, my eyes go wide. “Hi sweety”, said the much too familiar voice and now a somewhat crinkled face. A light nervous smile is plastered on that face. “MOM!”, I exclaim...