Tussle of life

Hovering deep inside smiles

There was something called trials

For family, for penny, for shelter, for justice to life

Some were scrapped, some were wrapped

With the malady of penury

This tussle of life, my dear

Is an imbroglio cry.



So from being a gregarious girl to being a solitary mortal.

We all change, and change is good.Not knowing the benifits and consequences we all come along the way to growth. The moment we realise the veracious reason for living,for existing in this world, that moment, at that point of time your existence matters.

A little change can always help.