Sometimes we leave our abode of solace to find a new one, but that doesn't mean we found our peace.... It's just solace is nothing without chaos and so we move around than to stand with hurricanes.

The year long with whom the celebrations of happiness were made, sorrows shared, got pampered, Cried till we got the mother's lap and warmth of Father's serine comfort, a heartfull thanks to the numerorus days together with family. Thanks mom dad!!!!

Accidental dreams Aspired to be a doctor She landed onto the engineering college And ended up becoming a writer. A profession replaced by a hobby turned passion to overcome unfulfilled dreams.

All I needed was a substitute to broken pieces to heal but I was all made to dealt with older me to stick the brokens inside me.

Souls meeting over and over with the same new zeast. But few became the souls sisters to live by eternity.

Differently set minds jumbles up the simplest lives. And sets the complicated one to simpler.