THAT CHIRPY GIRL

source :  https://images.app.goo.gl/NDwGmSJVz6d9JDVHA Religion is the most benevolent of the gifts of god to man. God created man in his own image,a microorganism and provided for not only his physical mental development but also for his spiritual regeneration .So different seers and saints ,prophets and incarnations were born in different climes and who revealed higher secrets of his being,his relation to god and universe and the means of his spiritual development  which is the prime end of human life.The teachings of such great personalities evolved into different religious traditions  of the world.India is specially blessed with the advent of several such great pers onalities and is the home of great religions of Hinduism ,Jainism,Buddhism and Sant mat , The radhasoami faith.C hristianity and Islam which originated in Central asia, Jerusalem  and Arabia came into India early in their history and got integrated into the religious fabric of india. Sant mat or ...

Last time i shared  THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A HORSE   and i got  an exceptional response . So i'm back again with a new autobiography and this time an Euro wants to unfold its tale . so lets begin, As soon as i entered this fascinating world i was looked upon with great expectations. The world was full of racism yet i was held in high esteem . People from the United States of America to Antarctica looked at me as i  soon  rolled out from the parentage of Europeans. Since economists, raging bulls and bears did not know much about me, i caught the apprehension of my parents , the share market holders, the financial experts ,scholars, students and so on. On my birth i was placed on the lap of my mother , The Federal Bank . Frankly , my brother, Lira , my sister and my extended family members like the Deutsche Mark and the Yen were quite jealous of me . I know my worth. I reveal this secret of mine . I am a form of money held or traded outside the country , in whose c...

  Hello friends ! My name is Tori , and i am a horse .As i am getting old, i m thinking to write my autobiography to live life again   Now that i am getting old and stiff in the joints, i like to mediate while grazing in this pasture,on my foal days. I think that was the happiest part of my life. I had no work to do, and could not run about after my mother, who was a fine white Arab mare, without any restraint  . Most of my time was spent in the fields, where i nibbled the tender grass and capered about,while my mother was steadily grazing But that could not last forever.when i was old enough,the trainer came and , to my great indignation ,fastened a long rope to my head and then began me drive round and round in circles with his long whip. I was frightened and angry,but he went on till i was so tired so that i can scarcely stand .However, my mother told me that it was no use my resisting , and to make a long story short, I was at last thoroughly trained as a Riding-horse...