GOD SPEAK
I wonder myself how it would be to listening to God’s voice? And then I get the answer this morning. It sound sweet, sweet as in when Sachin hits a cover boundary, a roar like an exquisite straight drive, sublime like an backward punch to extra cover, rhythmic like an exceptionally timed flick and dominating like an fiery pull over mid-wicket. AND GOD SPOKE TODAY! My friends tell me (they actually taunt) that comparing Sachin to God is little overboard,…