Sometimes, we get too busy in loving them that we forget to realise whether it's being noticed or not. And when the realisation hits hard, we just want it to get noticed at any cost, otherwise losing them seems nearer in timeline.
Sometimes, we get too busy in loving them that we forget to realise whether it's being noticed or not. And when the realisation hits hard, we just want it to get noticed at any cost, otherwise losing them seems nearer in timeline.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...