I have to admit this thought isn’t out of my mind-garden. I once read a post titled the same on a fellow blogger’s site and I thought it was an incredibly warm idea. So I, with her permission, borrow the title today to talk about the sounds of my home. What makes this place my own? If I close my eyes and spend an entire day here, what do I hear around me? Let me take you through the course of my day, blindfolded!
There is Never Nothing going on…
aishwaryasivakumar 