The softness of the breeze blows my tresses and in the pearly light I open my eyes, wholesome and hearty to face a new day. My spirits bounce back.
I am like salt-common, in my and your life,If I am more than enough, In my and your life, I destroy mine-your -taste of life, But when I am with you, All are with you, I am not God!
Every kid’s dream starts along with his life. As the kid grows, his/her dream gets clearer and brighter.This story of mine belongs to kid who dreamt about being someone special.
The moon hid its brilliance behind clouds which seemed to soak its luminance and floated about the vast expanse of the night sky like bloated, brightly lit paper lanterns.