I’d happily replace the word ‘Sunday’ with memories, for my dad used to take me to garden and we would count all the sunflowers and everytime, he would count one extra. ♥️
Baat zara batao mujhe ..
Nafrat ke kaafilo mai diye jalakar
roshni ka aelaan kaise kar rahe ho ?
All this sunshine on my face..
and its burning a hole in my heart.
I think windows and lightmeant to be together.They form a silhouette of hope.
Wishing everyone a very happy new year.