“What are you staring at?" "Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?” — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“In the fall of leaves, In the hustle of breeze, In the curve of streams, I foresee, Nature keeps more concealed, Than… — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“I don’t have any fancy story, about the way we fell in love. It was that one awkward move, and the next… — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“During the late nights, when my eyes are a little sunken, and heart is a little full. When my brain is a little poetic,… — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“What are you staring at?" "Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?” — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“In the fall of leaves, In the hustle of breeze, In the curve of streams, I foresee, Nature keeps more concealed, Than it lets… — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“I don’t have any fancy story, about the way we fell in love. It was that one awkward move, and the next I remember,… — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“She is the force, that you end up reading about in thick novels. She is the kind of woman, you adore, for being so… — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
“There are only two most powerful situations- being so small that you have nothing to lose and being so big that you don't care… — Jasleen Kaur Gumber Copy Share Image
