A colorful flower stall...
Near Thiruporur bus stand on the outskirts of Chennai.
We're working on our bath and veranda floor,
and this rain had caused some difficulties and every day we had to cover the
area to prevent wetness from the rain. For about a week, I had difficulty using
the restroom and was forced to use the restroom at my uncle's home next door despite some
difficulty. But things settle for good now, and we are fine with the rain
unless it was flood type.
Linking this post with Skywatch Friday
What we mostly expect was someone's.
Why do we
need to be that guy or girl?
Why should
I have the same as someone?
I don’t
want to be the one in a thousand.
I want to
be what I am despite your terms and conditions.
I need my
space despite your concern and care.
My right to
be rational shouldn’t be discriminated against or denied just because you are
devoted.
Life is
beautiful if you decided to make it one.
Everyone
has a troubled life but allowing the emotion to control could derail
completely.
Just
because someone hurt you doesn't mean everyone you meet is to hurt you.
The same
with whom deceive you.
Negativity
isn't bad always, just how negative in covid sent relief.
Let the
negative ions work against the chance to become covid positive.
Take care, Thank you
The excavator is built west facing and comes on
the highway's right side when driving from Chennai and a few hundred meters
from Trichy SRM Medical College. I learned that the excavator (structure) and
the entire building belong to the MIHM Heavy machinery driving school. A place
that seemed to train people in handling heavy machines.
The images here were shot in 2016 when
returning from Kodaikanal via Trichy.
Wish it was
The last
day of my life
Let it was
Euphoric
energy, pass through the heart
There she
was
To send
off, to a faraway land
There I was
Up close,
to hold her pair of lips
At a blink
Life ends,
clinging to her heart.