The book that came to me #3



After the train journey, it was quite the entry. After a day in the train, A room would be better than champagne. But, remember what I told you? The timing was not appropriate too. So, our organizer tried and tried. By late evening, my brains got fried. Waiting right from noon. Was told it will come soon. All of us sitting in the mud. Old people and the young studs. All on the ground, anywhere seemed sound. My phone barely had any charge left. A teenager found me a point and helped with the quest. So I charged my phone, and called home. Told them the plight. Almost got into a fight. "Don't wait there. That is so unfair. Just fly back home. Leave the retreat alone." They were genuinely concerned. On mud I was sitting, they learned. From afternoon till evening. Nothing seemed to be progressing. Cochin airport is…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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