/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: rahi13 https://cdn.slidesharecdn.com/profile-photo-rahi13-48x48.jpg?cb=1685293541 In the dead of winter, a gush of wind blows away the dead leaves, just like our faces gets lost with millions of others...Walking along the passage of the time, all that remains is the memory, may be it is our memory that exists rather than our being i am Me...there is no one else exactly like me....i own everything about me....i own my fantasies...my dreams...my fears...