On the winding way towards Murree we ate corn roasted on coals in the fog, at the pine-forest hill town whose name begins with a nose ring.
Zoya, you said the fog made everyone look like a ghost in a good film.
Çekmeceye bakılıyor…
Çekmeceye bakılıyor…
Zoya için mühürlü bir mektup bekliyor.
On the winding way towards Murree we ate corn roasted on coals in the fog, at the pine-forest hill town whose name begins with a nose ring.
Zoya, you said the fog made everyone look like a ghost in a good film.
Bu mektubun geri kalanı mühürlü.