
There’s always some story to share after a Sunday Mass at St Patrick’s Church. This time its again about the women. Why?
To quote from ” The catcher in the Rye”, – Women kill me. They really do. I don’t mean I’m oversexed or anything like that –
The priest who spoke had a very queer animated way of expressing his story. He used a lot’s of hand gestures, topped with blasting voice. Sounded like a Mallu. At the end of his sermon, I couldn’t recollect his Biblical quotes nor any parables.
Girls & Mothers
Today a young teen girl collected the offerings. She wore a red top, showed off her black bra straps. In my eye, she was young, naive but looked potentially lethal.
Today a young teen girl collected the offerings. She wore a red top, showed off her black bra straps. In my eye, she was young, naive but looked potentially lethal.
All through the mass, I watched the young mother and her daughter who sat opposite to my pew. I was gazing at their beautiful hair, so healthy & fresh. With my salt & pepper hair, I just love those healthy locks.
Very good.
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