Virginia Diary, 2009 ‘I’m wishing on a star I’m trying to believeEven though it’s far He will find me Christmas Eve’ Lyrics from the movie, The
These were some of my favourite things from yesteryears. Those were the days when Sreeram Arcade and Treasure Island (also near New Market) were yet
We talked about heads turning into tails, / and my mother’s silverware jumping out of / their drawer and marrying her jewelry.
There’s this thing about memories. It can be handed down to sons and daughters, friends and relatives. To strangers even, on monotonous train journeys. And
