Mystery.....

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"I don't know what I may seem to the world, but as to myself, I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea shore and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me".

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Unknown said…
Bharani,

This one is really sooooooper....

somu.
September 18, 2008 at 9:02 AM
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