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When you are down in the dumps, give someone hope.

When you are broke, lend someone a penny.

When you are hungry, feed someone.

When you are directionless, show someone the way.

When you have lost everything, find something for someone.

When you are helpless, help someone.

When you have lost sight of your goals, provide vision to someone.

When things don’t work for you, work things out for someone.

When life plays tricks with you, stop playing tricks with others.

When your life becomes colourless, add colours to someone’s life.

When around you there’s only darkness, light a candle for someone.

When everyone disagrees with you, agree with someone.

When the sun is too hot, bear the heat, let someone get the shine.

When you are in a spot, let someone be in the spotlight.

When sourness affects your life, sweeten someone’s life.

When someone gives up on you, you don’t give up on someone.

When all your dreams are crushed, carve dreams for someone.

When the door of opportunity closes for you, open it for someone.

When you are lonely, give someone company.

When your wings get clipped, help someone fly.

When your heart is filled with emptiness, drive away emptiness from someone’s heart.

When your mind is closed, unlock the mind of someone.

When your soul is burdened, offload the burden from someone’s soul.

When you don’t matter for someone, let someone know, he matters for you.

When you get hooted, you cheer someone.

When someone forgets you, you remember someone.

When you can’t make it happen for yourself, make it happen for someone.

When you can’t win the heart of someone, let someone win your heart.

-          NZ

11.6.2019


Comments

  1. Shakeel11 June 2019 at 10:14

    When you find any one sitting idle set him/her to a very very difficult task

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  2. Saima11 June 2019 at 11:46

    Nice composition

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  3. Shakeel11 June 2019 at 17:58

    Jokes apart....Nice framing of sentences starting with when....kindly try with which, where, what etc.....just a suggestion

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