This is my playground. Here you will find grass, swings, slides, aunties sitting and talking on benches, old people walking, young people jogging, pesky little kids playing cricket and of course Me.
Return to your work now, or be trapped here forever.
Monday, March 27, 2006
"All things must pass none of life's strings last. So, I must be on my way and face another day"
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