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Forget the days troubles...
Remember the days blessings...
Sleep time, Good Night...
What a mother writes on the blackboard of life...
Can never be erased...
Do not wait for some one to bring you flowers...
Plant your garden & decor your soul...
Thankyou mother...
You taught me every thing,
Except how to live without you...
We do not stop playing, because we grow old...
We grow old, because we stop playing...
It is better to cross the line & face consequences...
Than stare all life and regret later...
When even a small twist of brush creates a memory...
You are in Love...
Soulful Music ,
Makes me forget how much I am Stressed...
It tells me how much I am Blessed...
There is pleasure in walking barefoot...
By the side of exquisite water bodies...