No memory of a caress...just the sweet warmth of your voice....and a face in my dreams...
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
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Hues of India rooting from the quaint city of New Delhi, where even the streets talk about everything...
No memory of a caress...just the sweet warmth of your voice....and a face in my dreams...
Blurted by S at 11:11 PM 0 Brick(s)