harith - at 4

note: they are not jokes but his mom still finds them funny. life is colorless and soundless without mothers and children.

soul searching

when one dies...his or her soul gets separated from his or her body.

what exactly is the soul?

the heart? or

the mind?

my fav dish

the red ones...the two red ones come from the same wok...

i need a peaceful mind to enjoy it though...