I wonder If I exhaled them Or washed them down the drain For they’ve gone missing Like my spectacles and now I can find them

Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
I wonder If I exhaled them Or washed them down the drain For they’ve gone missing Like my spectacles and now I can find them
Remember I said in my earlier post Mumbai Diaries : Coffee, art and conversation how I said I had got hot pressed watercolor paper instead