The last few posts have been so distressed. Now let’s write about something happy: which is a literary work called ‘Mikrokosmos’. I consider this blessing as my life’s legacy. It’s a “Magic Island”, in a sense that I believe that words have power, some say “magic”. And that’s how the writing experience has been for me, pure magic. And it’s an “Island” because my work has been my refuge. A totally semi-different Universe where many things overlap. Here’s a poignant, on-target description of it.

Well yes. I wrote about my feelings regarding my Mikrokosmos. Those letters are reserved for them. What I will say, is that I’m forever grateful for this phenomena that has fallen from above and into my life. There are many reasons why I’m thankful.

Because this brings me happiness, always.