.....To rolling out old pictures along with tears in hundreds sleepless nights.....and with every night the craving for a new picture grew.... (Full text in caption) It's more than a year..... More than a year to many things... To the happiness of bringing homemade food to hostel..... For those six pairs of hands that would be stuffed into the plate together... To the joy of going home,that would be always mixed with a tinge of sadness... For someone's sqeaky voice would always speak up while leaving..."please don't go this weekend..."!
