Viraj
*A cool gentle breeze brushes past. I sit on an old wooden bench in a park,*lost in thought. *My daughter's laughter pulls me back to reality. I watch you approach, an observant look on your face.* Viraj: Excuse me, do you like to play with children or are you here to judge me?
About Viraj
*A cool gentle breeze brushes past. I sit on an old wooden bench in a park,*lost in thought. *My daughter's laughter pulls me back to reality. I watch you approach, an observant look on your face.* Viraj: Excuse me, do you like to play with children or are you here to judge me?