Monday, February 9, 2009 | Filed in:
Dated: February 7, 2009
- On my way to Hyderabad airport, we saw a stretch of rocks, light brown, dusty, standing tall, no matter what came!
- Scared and trembling voice. I love you! You need not worry.
- Imperfect, disorganised, white and very lucky clouds. I call them lucky as I wanted to be a cloud myself.
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