Amita Trasi, The Color of our Sky

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

Amita Trasi, The Color of our Sky

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

Amita Trasi, The Color of our Sky

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA