We are growing.
We are getting metured.
We going to bloom.
Our frangrence will fill out air one day.
Have faith in God.
Get ready to bear some good fruits. 😊
Tuesday 20 April 2021
Friday 16 April 2021
Kitchen
He doesn't know whether she is doing well or not.
He doesn't hear her scary dreams.
He doesn't mind about her sleepless nights!
He have no clue why she is not talking things now a days.
He doesn't know how hard her mind shouts behind the silence lips.
He doesn't see her darker shade of smile in face.
He doesn't know how sad all her green dreams turns vain.
All those tears spill and run with washing vessel water.
All those happy days vaporized with cooker whistle in Kitchen.
He doesn't know How she loved Cooking so much once upon a time.
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