A golden ticket & some scattered wanderlust in the city eyes. A whistle blows & the breeze hits the face like pleasure itself. The memory that smells of old friends & damp earth. The incurable wanderlust & the echoes it has left in me. I suspect, I never really returned.
Image : Train journey
Sniper : My camera
Memory : February 18, 2012
Place : Bangalore, Karnataka
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