There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
Like (0) Dislike (0)
Aapka Swagat Hai
Shayari Bazar
Mai
Share
There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
Your Comment