She sat across him, studying him. She began wondering when did it all come to this. They used to have… Read more And the heartache begins again..
Come here, Lie next to me. Tell me a story, and hold my hand. Tell me your story, That I… Read more Tell me a story
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it… Read more Silent Language of Hands
Play.. My favourite past time.