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Memories are Time machines |
Time stops by in Irinjalakuda. When it rains all that can be heard will be the sounds and clamoring from a past so bright. The noise of cycles, cheers from the cricket grounds and bright memories from the school days. The charm of this place is beyond the boundaries that mark Irinjalakuda in the world map. But it is within our hearts. We may leave this place to any corner of the planet but Irinjalakuda hesitates to leave us till the day we breathe our last.
beautiful words to describe my hometown Irinjalakuda and a nostalgic snapshot too :)
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