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The day
It was the morning alarm that already reminded me to wake up like an angel. I love to be an angel and the time will tell really what I am.
 The day was cloudy and of course we are in the rainy season. I have to believe it how we faced the hot summer. How we fought during fany. It is good to live in the present, but past never leave you. Reading one adhya form Bhagbat Gita is inspiring and we should add it in our everyday routine. Lord Krishna inspired there to wake up from the deep slumber and fight for honour. We can follow it by fighting with our fear, depression and many more to be happy like a child. Just think up how were you in your childhood with scanty things and yet happy.
I opined to recall the happy things and live contented. The reason is simple. “Happiness dwells within”

sarojini

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