The flavours may bring momentary taste to your buds, but it may make your life permanently distasteful.
I'm a reader. I can't be pleased with materialistic things. I love simple things like the moonlight, the stars, the smell of pages, and the rainbow.
It's another rainy day, and I'm sitting on the swing you once played on, in our little balcony. There's greenery all around. It seems like yesterday, when you would come back,and ring the doorbell, all wet and dripping with water and mud, after your football practise, and I would laugh, tease you, before letting you in.
Can you suggest me who should I address my next letter to?
happy birthday Mahi!!