just to tell u the untold ones..

a tiny thought

staring at the baby at night, stroke her hair gently and watching at her peacefull face..

everyone is somebody’s kid, somebody’s lover. Growing with hopes, prays and love by their care taker.. moms, dads, grams, graps, aunties, uncles all round them.

hurting your other means, hurting their lover too.

think , we have to act more gentle to our others..

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