Whenever I find the key to happiness, someone changes the lock.

Speechless: "Psst psst...Oi Someone!! Please can you not change the lock? She gets busy in finding the keys and I am not scribbled on. Please Someone".


    The key to happiness was indeed behind locks.. those twisted locks of hair that so delicately played with her eyelids.

    Ahem! Ahem! on a serious note.. do you think it is easier to find an unlocked window rather than the key to a locked door?

    Welcome back to life Speechless!


    Speechless: Thank you Vicky Dada for not giving up on motivating me...

    Yes..I am alive after a year..but for how long?
    Her Majesty and the "Someone" she tirelessly keeps referring to, would know better :)