I'm Khushi and I love to read StoryMirror contents.
Share with friendsMy love is that moon with imperfect patches who looks more attractive than the crowd of stars around him
We owe a lot of rent to this earth but we never pay it because mother never asks her child to pay anything Respect your mother earth
Time beholds't everything when tears turn into diamonds ,your trembling hands become your strength ,your shattered brain becomes the power of your thinking and the pain of your heart becomes the heal for others