Storm. For the thousandth time.

Devastating the ruins.

Hopeless. She is now.

Melancholy surrounds the air.

Unfulfilled dreams look at her in dismay.

While she stands there without a heart.

Without a word.

Not knowing how to bandage herself.

Faith in the universe stands nil.

Absolute quiet.

No shade remains to color her.


She was confused.


She had a mother.

The mother lifted her up and skipped the devastation as if it were a tiny hurdle.

And converted the ruins into tulips and orchids, bringing back all the hope and sunshine of her life; healed every wound and blessed her with a new colorful universe.


All you need is a mother to skip the devastation.

– Gursimran Kaur