So anyway, back to Kareena, that grey-eyed lady. If you haven't been following, or your memory is hazy. Read the first poem in the series. And then maybe, we can catch up with ease. So, as I sat with Kareena and she asked me... Do you have a Bible, to which I replied 'yes' happily. But when I brought out my Bible. She shirked and put me to trial. "That is not a Bible; this is! " Opening the full version, to this miss. Oh no, I too have the full version at home. This is just a mini one with which I roam. "I carry this with me everywhere. It goes with me on the plane, even there. Yes, in my cabin baggage. Never the under-belly carriage." And then she went through. A lot of scriptures that weren't a few. The cute little lady made a stern face. She was just attempting to impart some grace. In case you're wondering, I don't roam around with a heavy Bible. But yes, since that day, like a true disciple. I have been carrying that mobile-sized Bible with me. Just about everywhere, even when I go to the market for groceries. It's got the New Testament and the book of Psalms. Just being in possession of it, keeps me calm. That's not the one I refer to though. Unless I'm out travelling with it on the go.
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This is a series of poems describing a week in my life that occured four and a half years ago. I encourage you to read it in the correct sequence. I have listed them here for your convenience: