Sometimes when we are free, all alone then we got a chance to peep back in our life, to remember our good and bad time. Remembering which a smile arises…
I don’t know, why I still remember her even after 17 years. Perhaps the reason being certain similarties between us, the one I like most was we both loved competitions.…
Today its being a prosaic day for me, Its the third time that the Dhobi has lost my clothes and this time really i’m going to take a portentous action…