When I Was 8 Years Old, I Became Depressed. I Kept Asking Why I Was Born This Way [without Arms And Legs]. I Also Worried About My Future. At The Age Of 10, I Tried To Commit Suicide Because I Felt Like Giving Up. But When I Imagined My Loving Parents Crying At My Grave, I Decided To Stay.
दूर से हमें आगे के सभी रास्ते बंद नजर आते हैं क्योंकि सफलता के रास्ते हमारे लिए तभी खुलते जब हम उसके बिल्कुल करीब पहुँच जाते है| :smile::smile::smile::smile: