There were times when chips were down and I was waiting for someone responding to the name "God" will come and take care of all the miseries and every thing will be perfect thereafter. Those were the Dark Ages. I tried to rote and render all the prayers and psalms in the silence of my solitude; just an intangible emotion called "Hope" acting as cheerleader accompanying on the lone trail. Every second had sixty hours.
Then came "God" - skating through the blind alleys of mind, rafting in the viens. He thought my thoughts, felt through my heart, spoke through my mouth, and worked through my hand. And I was on my way to payoff the Apple's debt.
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