Life is not colourless. Is it ? Then what does make it colourful ?
Friends ! My journey is over ... It has been a wonderful ride so far . May be I have lost the battle May be I have sold my long cherished dream I am not that sad or tired as you may think . Nobody knows
Dream is a hope... it gives a reason to be alive tomorrow,
"REMEMBER THE THING THAT REALLY MATTERS",my mom used to say this. And as a final year student of MBBS the things those really matter are...
For hundreds of generations I walked on this earth, thousands of times I revolved around the universe, busy worshiping the unknowable Gods, seeking the blissbare of heaven against all odds. where is she?I need her healing touch. untill I mingle into her soul,I'll search...I'll search...
I have not slept for days... Whenever I tried to bedeemed recollections dances upon my mind. Splendid memoir of graceful childhood chance to gleam through the mist and ripples of time...over time!
O brotherhood!with a wistful smile I ask... Why did you loved us so much... 'Can you come again to us with all those snowy dreams?'
"twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what u are up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky" Two soft hands coming from behind pushed the swing a little forward continueing the verse..."twinkle twinkle..." a lot of joy translated into smiles and giggles.
Sometimes ago,at the seattle olympic,nine atheletes,all mentally or physically challenged,were standing at the start line for the 100m race.
Everyone drinks From d mirage of lyf's desert