Faces we see,
Faces we Dream,
Memories we make,
Moments that Fade.
A crying Face of a child or A smiling face of a father..
A story to tell, a Story to express
millions of Thoughts burst by curves on those lips
or crease on your forehead as tensions spill
At the end, Faces that remain are the stories that are said
There are many such faces that have been a part of my hilly journey. Father who has been my pillar of strength, A sister who’s been there during all my lows, wonderful niece’s for all the mischief we do, dogs who love licking and friends for all the dirty gossip stories. Here are pictures of all the spices, some sour and sweet or some hot and spicy