I strain hard, trying to recollect childhood friendships and games. A faded memory seems to be my only surviving relic from a bygone age.
I strain hard, trying to recollect childhood friendships and games. A faded memory seems to be my only surviving relic from a bygone age.
As I ponder over the photo of someone long forgotten, I end up realizing that this moment of mine is in a sense a photograph captured in the sands of time!
In memory of those wonderful train journeys that leave you with enchanted memories…
My travelogue of the great reunion I had with my college mates…