MY RELIGION :
Once , on some cross -road of my mid-life, I
was was walking in the flower garden and saw a humming bee near a flower.
I asked the bee - `from which flower you select your honey, - dear ?
Through that sweet humming `vibration` unto my heart the bee spoke softly: -' I have no Particular choice or bias ; whichever flower allows me or offer, I collect the drop-lets for my honey, 'then and there from' ,`that` .
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From that day onward I knew my religion and was `Baptized` almost at once.