Handwriting on the wall

The zahir is something which once ouched or seen can never be forgotten and which gradually so fills our senses that we are driven to madness("The Zahir",Paulo Coelho)...and my Zahir was u.
There was a time wen I could hav done anything for u.My love was like a delicate lilly..which u crushed so ruthlessly.Love cannot survive on its own it requires care.Without tht it withers aways like a dead plant.Its over now n know wat I dont hav any regrets....I feel so free now :)

Once upon a time there was a little girl playing in her garden.She picked up wildflowers,Chased the butterflies,digged in the sand to collect pretty stones.Ah wat a bliss !! she thought I wish life would always remain carefree.
But life never stays the same...like changing colors of the sky it truns from bright blue days of childhood to darkness of adulthood.
Nothing stays same...everything has changed and so hav I.