Stella’s Simple Tale: from the Page of Her Life (Pg.1)

Every day, little and innocent sorrow knocks at the door of the pure heart of young Stella, and they play, whisper, and console each other. Then the droplets of sorrow create a home in the heart of Stella and come with bag and baggage to reside with her forever.
One stormy night, her droplets of sorrow get so dense that they break the silence, just like the water drops in the heavy clouds. They scream for the hug of kindness; they flow in the form of eye drops, rolling on the rosy petal-like cheek of Stella, the valley of her neck, kissing her lips, and then going into the cave of her mouth. Her ceaseless eye drops melt down her heart and clean her inner self just as the trees are fresher and greener after a heavy rain shower. Stella is now creating a new home for her little friends, her little sorrows.
I would love to add a gem in the form of a poem titled “Pain” by Neera Handa Dr
On my cheek some star dust like a drop of light is that a dew drop a rain drop or a tear in the fabric of my endurance!
I would like to give Shoutout Indubala Kachhawa for her heart touching poem
Happy Women’s Day 2022. Let’s Break the Bias ❤️.






