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Tiny Tales of My Times: Tea 'Born as a slave of desires, trying to control its own race and everyone else, human being is a funny creature whom even natures laughs at,' 'What do you mean?' Asks Ajith to the tea seller, from the window of the slowly moving bus.

Tiny Tales of My Times: The View Sitting down on the metallic seat of the train, resting her back on the glass window behind and listening to the faint sound of friction between the wheel and the rail, she looks at her own reflection on the window glass in the front.

His Dreams – Trees and Parks (a town) 1 Some of his travels took him to places that surprised him, even thought it had been some time since he started taking pictures of the cities.