Clouds carry rain, a womb an infant. I carry pain.
An abrupt end of any relationship is more painful than a head-on collision.
When life knocks you down with its uncertainties, you can always look up to books for support.
Touch is such a heart warming experience.
“Call me when you need a friend.”
I thought it was one those trite phrases till I met you.
Life is like a picnic; but, it doesn't always end with good memories.
If old-age is second childhood, then where is the Joy.
Pain, is it God’s way of punishing us.
Memories are like a scrapbook, unfortunately only you can cherish it.
Nostalgia is contagious; trigger a thought and see for yourself.
If death is ugly, then life is uglier.