• anshumanchatterjee 5w


    I miss you. Again and again. I sometimes try to write about you but I always run out of pages. A million pages isn't enough to describe. Oh my childhood, there's no way I can describe the times, running around jumping playing, the time when there were no smartphones or Android TV's. The time when there was no pressure of studies and stuff, the time when I could sit on my mother's lap and cuddle. The time when all these changes in my life didn't start yet