Maybe, peace was preferable to pleasure. Maybe, peace is one’s first love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
Maybe, peace was preferable to pleasure. Maybe, peace is one’s first love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
Maybe, peace was preferable to pleasure. Maybe, peace is one’s first love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
Maybe, peace was preferable to pleasure. Maybe, peace is one’s first love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
Maybe, peace was preferable to pleasure. Maybe, peace is one’s first love. — Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
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Maybe, peace was preferable to pleasure. Maybe, peace is one’s first love.

— Anuradha Bhattacharyya, The Road Taken
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