I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere, hears every word,
every time I hear a new born baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky ......
then I know WHY I BELIEVE..
The art of living does not consist
in preserving and clinging
to a particular mood of happiness,
but in allowing happiness
to change its form without
being disappointed by the change;
for happiness, like a child,
must be allowed to grow up.
If u cry at a trouble, it grows double and if u laugh at a trouble, it disappears like a bubble. so always face ur problems wth a lovely bubbly smile..
Once i asked my luck how my future is in ur view?
Luck replied! i''m surprised that u hv a sweet mother
& u r asking me abt luck,
go & listen ur mother''s prayer
u will judge ur self
where u will stand in future . . . (:->
