As old age heaps, the mind
meanders back to all the
haunts, reviving the past. The
innocent days before the vile
corruption, the resurrection of
kind and mindful days where
colors were bright and the light
glistened in
We travel from one place to another- the huddle-fuddle of life going from one frame of Hell into another frame of Hell. Where is the mythi...
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