Just a few visuals are enough to tell the infinitely long story of maternity and its multihued colours. A mother is a mother, is a mother, is a mother. Tough mother's training... follow me, but learn to make your own path along the way...he was just about to make it. But she pushed him back because he was following her steps on the snow which made the climb a bit easier. But then she knows he has to be a man. She just cannot stop just as being the mother of a son. The little one then heaved his own way from the bottom of the precipice, planting his own paws on a new path as the proud mother looks on. Salutes to motherhood...
The posts on this blog deal with common people who try to stand proud in front of their own conscience. The rest of the life's tale naturally follows from this point. It's intended to be a joy-maker, helping the reader to see the beauty underlying everyone and everything. Copyright © Sandeep Dahiya. All Rights Reserved for all posts on this blog. No part of this blog may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the author of this blog.
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- Sufi
- Hi, this is somebody who has taken the quieter by-lane to be happy. The hustle and bustle of the big, booming main street was too intimidating. Passing through the quieter by-lane I intend to reach a solitary path, laid out just for me, to reach my destiny, to be happy primarily, and enjoy the fruits of being happy. (www.sandeepdahiya.com)
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