Pugalenthi Iniabarathi:
A child's cry is heaven's anguish, but his smile is heaven's heart
Pugalenthi Iniabarathi:
“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”
Pugalenthi Iniabarathi:
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Pugalenthi Iniabarathi:
Cycling in Marina
Pugalenthi Iniabarathi:
Cycling in Marina