It laughs, it cries, at various phases of life.We laugh and cry, when it opens eyes. It’s “Photo Album” shared emotionsnostalgiawhen openedre experience through its eyes
I put on the handmade sweater and open my wallet of letters where lay my little one’s scribbles. I feel the rare hug from my beloved as “often”. I feel the warmth of overwhelming memories melting me down and I’m lost in the sea of nostalgia.