Life is like a story and we are the writers of these stories in life. At the end of one's life, what kind of story would we have written? What would the content be like? Let me begin writing my own story, sharing bits and pieces of my life...
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Sorting and organising memories
It's time to sort out those photographs, a stack of them. Took out my black journal...how time flies. But no matter how time flies, memories stay...
It's time to sort out those photographs, a stack of them. Took out my black journal...how time flies. But no matter how time flies, memories stay...
You printed some of the pictures?
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