A Sufi story Once lived a man who was an intellectual. One night he started running through the city streets. “Thief, Thief!” he cried. People surrounded him, and when he was a little calmer, asked: “Where is the thief?” “In my house.” The man replied. “Did you see him?” People asked again. “No.” Came the… Continue reading The Thief
"We do not belong to the past dawns, but to the noons of the future" – Sri Aurobindo