Music of the Mountain
Once, on a gloomy and gusty monsoon afternoon, I was bathing under a fountain. As the cold water ran on top of my head my self slowly started to fade, soon my f...
Once, on a gloomy and gusty monsoon afternoon, I was bathing under a fountain. As the cold water ran on top of my head my self slowly started to fade, soon my f...
The Nature’s Manifestation of Innocence on Earth Through the Ages #human #animal #organism #life #evolution #quebec #canada #travel #roadtrip #thenextworl...
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;