Sometimes I feel like I am freezed, I need myself to have some warmth of belief. It becomes hard sometimes to carry on, I really wants some motivational deeds. It is harsher sometimes to stay silent, but I even found it difficult to speak. Sometimes life pretends to be a book with blur pages, It needs someone who can read. If I am breathing and still breathing, then it is the mercy of the one who used to teach. The way to heart is not that much easy, It's the miracle of yours that you reached.. thank you my fav teacher ©Tanya Sharma (लम्हा) for me every single day is teacher's day
