Perfect Moments
Memories of childhood is so powerful that it makes me weak sometimes…. somewhere in the misty recesses of my my mind, I remember holding my dad’s hand and going to a zoo…. when I saw…
Memories of childhood is so powerful that it makes me weak sometimes…. somewhere in the misty recesses of my my mind, I remember holding my dad’s hand and going to a zoo…. when I saw…
I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding…