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.