I tried to open my eyes, but it did not work. I wanted to stir, but my legs rebelled. Then I blacked out.

“Santa came during the night, Dad!” she yelled.

Her little umbrella seemed to have dispelled the bad weather and the doom and gloom from my heart.

That night has been the darkest in my entire life, Shengliver.

Quarrels eventually erupted between man and wife. Their squabbles became more and more frequent. The relationship got to a point where they would not tolerate each other under the same roof.

With each fresh gust of wind, the fallen leaves which I had managed to round up into a pile were dispersed here and there.

I got into such a fit of rage that I trashed the card then and there.

Where there is something pleasing to your eye or to your ear, there might lie a hidden danger.

To my surprise, she declined it. With a smile, she explained in a tender voice that her home was just a couple of stops away.

Sometimes, following the herd is the default option. Other times, we should listen to our own heart and go off the beaten track.