She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.
Be the winner in your life!
Without hesitating, the faerie leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his cheek. “What was that for?” he asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “I just realised I hadn't thanked you yet,” she said softly, her voice was almost a whisper. “For what?” “For everything,” Lori’s large, beautiful eyes gazed at him with sincerity.
बूँद बूँद से सागर बनता हैं मैं सागर से बूँद हो के ही बना
Lovers of print are simply confusing the plate for the food.
It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.
...Something we once loved, and love now, in the shape of a book. Maybe eBooks are going to take over, one day, but not until those whizzkids in Silicon Valley invent a way to bend the corners, fold the spine, yellow the pages, add a coffee ring or two and allow the plastic tablet to fall open at a favorite page.
Until recently, I was an ebook sceptic, see; one of those people who harrumphs about the “physical pleasure of turning actual pages” and how ebook will “never replace the real thing”. Then I was given a Kindle as a present. That shut me up. Stock complaints about the inherent pleasure of ye olde format are bandied about whenever some new upstart invention comes along. Each moan is nothing more than a little foetus of nostalgia jerking in your gut. First they said CDs were no match for vinyl. Then they said MP3s were no match for CDs. Now they say streaming music services are no match for MP3s. They’re only happy looking in the rear-view mirror.