as i have not read Miss christina, i could not make much of teh story itself, maybe teh word limity was a constraint. i cannot comment on your story. on your baby, i have not seem it enough, but your baby looks smart and smiling, your writing style is appealing. when you write something, is it a good idea to put yourself in your reader’s shoes, be the reader and then write.

come out of teh closet dear alex, all you can ever loose is your ‘position’ with your freinds / family, those who are our own would love and appreciate us more for having at least tried, those who make fun of us, are anyway not freinds so why bother with their.

love
aditya

To remain to connect to the quotation of yesterday on the patience and the speed… I am patiently going to wait if there is a continuation and to take time of the reading if it is the case ! Finally… if I understood well the quotation of yesterday !

I really like your; ‘Was it a dream, or reality?’ and how you conclude your story with, looking for a spiritual answer and peace from a village priest.

I would love to read the rest of your story! As it ends here, I am left in great suspense, wondering what will happen next. Will they meet again? And if so, what then?

Certainly, I think such things are possible – that people can reach one another sometimes over great distances or great expanses of time. A painting can be a doorway, leading from one dimension or one time period to another. Similarly, a dream can be a bridge between two individuals who have never met on the physical plane (at least not in this lifetime) or who happen to live at great distances from one another.

Wonderful story, Diana! Hope you will share with us the rest of it sometime.

Sincerely,
Savita