"Oh! Shepherd my lord Where are you heading me in this ferocious storm?", The Little lamb's eyes had the sturdy glitter even during the visible upheaval around. It was all the outcome of the unflinching faith that he bore in his tiny heart that whatever may happen the robust arms of the Shepherd will as usual prove his sheath. Since the little one was born those arms had constantly guarded him from the strong winds and hounds. As long as, he was held high by his vigorous Shepherd the lamb was blindfolded by a staunch trust that all pieces would fall in their respective places. The Little one wasn't worldly wise to fathom the plain fact that one outgrows the cradle be it of hands or wood. The time was ripe when the Great Shepherd had to be ready to handle the newborn the other little lamb. Since, he has others in queue as well to be fathered. Before he could apprehend the Little lamb for the first time touched the uneven surface of the chosen wilderness, Sti...