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26 February, 2009


An evening walk in the blues.

It was a beautiful evening with all the colors of twilight. I took the pictures of little kids on the skating court and enjoyed watching them a distance, recalled my early childhood days; the days when the advancing age was always cherished and when, being an adult was a luxury. Today I wonder why I thought like that? Being a kid was far better than being an adult. No matter how many times you can roll down the memory lane, no matter with ease or with hard efforts, the truth is that the days will never come back again.