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 Life is a series of little miracles, notice them. Anything that costs you your peace of mind is expensive. The dream was planted in your heart for some reason. Remember being happy doesn't mean have it all. It simply means youthat are thankful for all you have.

 A good friend knows all your best stories but a best friend has lived them with you.

 A couple of days ago my mother was remembering her mother. She shared a number of instances bringing alive the era of the early 90s. Back then the number of siblings was never less than two. In some cases, they would be in double digits. More than nine kids around? A word best describes the scene at home – Chaos. Or complete chaos? Imagine the youngest crying for food and eldest pleading for sound sleep. The relation of the eldest with the youngest. The varied activities of every child - one crawling or trying to walk, another in school and the eldest preparing for higher studies. The early 90s as a parent seems mind-boggling. Though the culture of joint family prevailed it seems there was never an end to raising kids. As in the case of my grandparents, they had eight children, yes eight! By the time their youngest became a toddler the eldest became a parent. Which was then followed by the rest of their children. My grandmom after raising her kids raised her grandchildren. Back

You Love Her When She is Like a Setting Sun - Calm & Beautiful.  Forgetting the light she brings during the day, Forgetting that her absence is nothing but darkness.... No matter what, She will rise again. She is like a pawn, you don't realise who she is until she moves six steps ahead. She says nothing when she wants to say everything She Needs a hero so she became one She is some magic, some chaos, and a bit of poetry She gives the cold wing chills She remembered who she was and the game changed. She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind