Sunday, May 28, 2017
Love! when I visit my village I cross a river bridge. It often reminds me of my father. Some trees have gone a little higher other scenario remains same. My father used to ferry me on his bike. I dont have bike but etios may be handy. come mess is not for intelligent hearts as they live for the day.
Saturday, May 27, 2017
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