Birds r chillaaying. Hen is kukdukuing. Flowers r khusbhu maaring,
Moon is dubing, sun is ugging. Peakok is naaching. All r kahing
Good Morning, and U R still soying......!
At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.