BY MAHIMA SHARMA   ‘Swift and sloshing over the rocks, River of Life flows like a song. Some will see…only the hurdles, But other few…just sing along.   Smiling through the battles, It is nothing a cost in giving. Laughing through the sorrows, Making each day worth living.   Clouds are dark, sound scary & deep? No. Stars await, beyond my leap. Storm, lightening or … Continue reading The Girl Who Owned A Rainbow