Got a 'lill space to draw my feeling on the paper... Was sitting alone and thinking about the lonely life of mine now a days... After a bit i got a thought n materials which i copied on the paper... -It is said that he is the fortunate in the world, in whose life the shadow of the parents are always along. But somewhere someone sleep even like this without the lap of the mother. In the middle of a game no one scolds and calls. Returning from the school, there's no one smilling at the door. In one prayer of mother, there is the effect of a thousand prayers. But somewhere there is someone who sleeps without the lap of the mother...