Saturdays go by in a flash. Today, did too. An hour before this beautiful first day of the weekend ends....
Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. ~Pierce Harris~
I love this song. It is, one, from, my small number of favourite movies. Kaniha was the epitome of an unpretentious South Indian bride. She sweeps Prasanna off his feet. The story unfolds beautifully. A very good watch, with a you-decide-for-your-self ending.
Soothing, gentle and gracious. About the languishing and yearning heart. And, nostalgia, memories and reminiscence.
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