When you leave behind a part of your life…
Images and faces…
Screams and laughters… and sometimes tears;
The roads become memories, and all the non-living things become alive.
And somehow, when you leave and it's late for goodbyes, you cherish the unforgettable flicks that play in your mind.
These are the best days.
Friday, 26 December 2008
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