What I saw on my afternoon walk


a fallen leaf


Murugan Flour Mill was grinding coriander and giving off such a sharp clean smell that it stopped me in my tracks. I followed it down the road until it was defeated by the more common odor of urine.


A smeared rangoli,


A scary warder off of evil,


A nap,


A warder off of evil who could use a nap,


A lovely but dead butterfly.