Wednesday, May 27, 2015
My Say... # 233
No matter how many places I visit, at the end, I am geographically and spiritually bound to my native place
Monday, May 25, 2015
My Say... # 232
When an old friend visits me for a day or two, I get as melancholic when he leaves back, as much as I am cheerful when I meet him after a long time...
..And there is no better friend than family.
..And there is no better friend than family.
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