From the mall’s top floor came the distinctive sounds of the gong, cymbals and drums one afternoon. A lion dance was in progress…
42 years with these ‘paramedics of prayer’
WITH this entry, I’m starting my column here in TheDiarist.ph, collections of random…
I remember the feel of my grandmother’s gnarled hand tousling the top of my head the morning after I came from a haircut supervised by my…
