The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow. — Saim .A. Cheeda
The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow. — Saim .A. Cheeda
The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow. — Saim .A. Cheeda
The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow. — Saim .A. Cheeda
The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow. — Saim .A. Cheeda
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The irony is that there is nothing purer than sorrow.

— Saim .A. Cheeda
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