khushiyan....

.....   life is absolutely not  a bed  of roses,  this statement  is repeatedly  hammered into  every  living  being  as he grows up,   ,all children are  scolded  by their elders  , this is true to an extent  that  life  is not  really  a bed if flowers for  every one,  just for  some  it is,   everyone tries to make his own  life  comfortable,   it is said  joys are  like  white puffs  of floating  clouds  that for  a while   give  cool  shade  before  dispersing,  sorrows are like harsh  cold  winter  night  that is  makes you  most uncomfortably  unhappy