When I Was 8 Years Old, I Became Depressed. I Kept Asking Why I Was Born This Way [without Arms And Legs]. I Also Worried About My Future. At The Age Of 10, I Tried To Commit Suicide Because I Felt Like Giving Up. But When I Imagined My Loving Parents Crying At My Grave, I Decided To Stay.
*:ok_hand:डाली से टूटा फूल फिर से* :rose: *लग नहीं सकता है:herb:* *:leaves:मगर:ear_of_rice:* *डाली मजबूत हो तो उस पर :four_leaf_clover:* *नया फूल खिल सकता है:blossom:* *उसी तरह ज़िन्दगी में :maple_leaf:* *खोये पल को ला नहीं* *सकते:sunflower:* *:cherry_blossom: मगर :hibiscus:* *हौसलें व विश्वास से* *आने वाले हर पल को:palm_tree:* *खुबसूरत बना सकते हैं*