Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat There are many ways of death. But only one way to born she is mom. In any stage of life journey starts till death. Did that hunger finish of to put the head on the mom's lap. Where we get those sweet smell of mom. Where we get those comfort touch. Where we get the love n encouraging part. Where we polish our bad n flawless scars. Where we heal our wounds which full of blood n blood . Where we get those Inspiring words. Where we get those classes of scolding us. Where we get those words apart. Where we Spend those time frames. Where we get the chance to smile. Where we get those besties of our life. Where we get those together again. Where we get those figures us out of the world which feels some uniqueness within. Where we get those charming smile whenever we get less marks n we feel lucky to have one more chance. Where we go together make our life better. some mesmerizing moment of life. Mom mom the voices all around. Mom always the best friends for life for their priceless princess. #mother #mythoughts #feelings #words #yqdidi #yqbaba #yqdada Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat There are many ways of death. But only one way to born she is mom. In any stage of life journey starts till death. Did that hunger finish of to put the head on the mom's lap. Where we get those sweet smell of mom.