Huge Clouds of different shapes come gliding into my day of rest, no longer to carry storm or bring heavy rain, but to add a glow to my evening sky filled with joy.
Sometimes people treat you bad; forgive them, they themselves are facing this puzzle.
Kids are the hooks that hold a mother to life. Mother is a walking marvel.
In life never abuse a generous heart; none will be awarded again.
In every character you know; there is a character you don’t know.
Believing in getting appreciated by people, you actually start rejecting yourself.
When your heart stops to think, Your brain’s light blink.
Quote By “Pardeep Kaur Sandhu”