We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
We Spend Our Days W8ng For The Ideal Path To Appear In Front Of Us.. . But.. . We Forget That, Paths Are Made By Walking.. . Not.. . By Waiting...! <-;
Good Relationship r
Like Trees
They Demand
Attention & Care
In The Beginning
But
Once They Blossom
They Provide You
Shade In All Situations
Of Life ...