Earthquake was a curse for me and anyone close to me. I saw my family dead bodies infront my eye. Those stiffened bodies still give me nightmares. ' Sarangi' the only only campanion that survived is the only support to this heart, torn apart.
I wish I had someone to call on to, someone to pour hearts over.Worse days, I have been Spending .Worst days are probably on the way , as I lie here unheard, weak .I ask God if I had committed any sin to deserve this. 'Sarangi' helds me stronger when there is no one who turns back to see me. Every single penny earned is spend on food .I strive to do the same always , not seeing a single set of happiness ahead.
