The colours, the colours that spread the stories The colours, the colours that spread the stories

When the clouds tell me stories from another side, They make my eyes twinkle and wide When the clouds tell me stories from another side, They make my eyes twinkle...

My mind is a museum. Filled with so many past stories My mind is a museum. Filled with so many past stories

Life was beautiful with pictures and stories. Life was beautiful with pictures and stories.

Lost in the shades of black Lost in the shades of black. Lost in the shades of black Lost in the shades of black.

She would call it a childhood fascination during the monsoons in her village in Kerala. She would call it a childhood fascination during the monsoons in her village in ...