In my strife with the mountainsHow often I forget to look above;Heavens watching my path all alongWith clouds to cover my faltering trailA bountiful shower comes my wayLest I forget, there are hands that keep me! PC: Prudhvi Choudary
The story of a mother whose scars are unseen.
A year ago, my mind would have continued to work like a chewing gum that had long lost its flavour and sweetness, hanging on to the 3 things that could not be accomplished within the set timeline. What purpose does it serve to hammer oneself with goals not met? One of the greatest learning’s I…
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