Balloons in the hand of Innocence
Balloons are one of my favorite things. There’re various memories associated with it. Whenever I see such innocent souls down the street selling their own childhood, carrying happiness for others in various colors.. I want to know what must be their happiness all about! At 9:30 pm do they have a life of their own growth! On the other hand there is a relief that at least they are not begging, instead are working…!!