Indian Ameri

Thursday

Lost

The Khaju sweets, the talk with a good friends mom, lone drive on the rivershore, a walk along the river bank, a seat of reflections, an amble to the arboretum, stargazing lying on the grass, the nearly full moon, the fragrance of sleeping flowers, the warmth on top of the engine, and finally desert at Dennys - Yet, why can't I be myself and answer my very own doubts? Why can't I be myself
posted by Hariharasudhan Cd at Thursday, April 17, 2008

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