I don’t know what your are thinking, but this is what I am talking about 😉
The Vervet monkey, a native of Africa does have blue balls. You can click on this Wikipedia link for more details.
I have mixed feelings about caged animals. One part of me feels sorry for them and that they should be in the wild where they belong, then the hungry part of me that wants to know so much is glad to see them in the zoo where I get to know about them. A difficult feeling to reconcile.
Life’s a pot pourri I like pot pourri’s. Keeps things interesting. Introducing beautiful Sneha. Please show some love.
Read between the Lyme I find B’s positive attitude in the face of the challenge of living with Lyme disease very uplifting.
New 2 writing KL wears several writing ideas on her head and I enjoy her historical recounts a lot. History was one of my best subjects back in the days of school.
The Feathered Forest Introducing Roaming Urban Gypsy. A creative photography web blog.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
He stooped between the two marble headstones. A bunch of daisies clutched in his hand and his head bowed down in silent grief as he whispered. His girls had loved daisies.
The gentle breeze from the willow trees whispered in the wind and sometimes he deciphered a whistle in the floating air that sounded like a name blowing in the wind.
His heart yearned with deep longing and his eyes watered at the thoughts in his heart. He missed them with ferocious pangs.
His frame had grown more rangy over the past three years and his life was a shadow of itself since his beautiful wife, the love of his life and their girl Rose died.
A drunk guy ran the red light and plowed into them, killing three people at the spot…Melanie, Rose and their unborn son.
He still cursed the guy in his mind and most times he railed at God for taking his family and wondered why the sorry fool had lived.
The say that time heals, but sometimes the desperate longing in Devon gnaws deep into his bones.
Life’s a pot pourri I like pot pourri’s. Keeps things interesting. Introducing beautiful Sneha. Please show some love.
Read between the Lyme I find B’s positive attitude in the face of the challenge of living with Lyme disease very uplifting.
New 2 writing KL wears several writing ideas on her head and I enjoy her historical recounts a lot. History was one of my best subjects back in the days of school.
The Feathered Forest Introducing Roaming Urban Gypsy. A creative photography web blog.
Please visit their blogs and say hello. A few minutes may gain you a friendly support.
On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
Hanging umbrellas at the village
In the blanket of the night
I love the pretty night lights of my evening walk.
The lights at Ibn Battuta
More evening lights
Viewing traffic from an overhead walk way.
Sugar crafted kitchen staff
Catching the Vile one. Sugar craft
Slaying the beast. Sugar craft
We got to taste the cake
Colourful sugar craft
Coffee parlour
Coffee contraptions
Brewing the potent brew.
Catching up on the gist at the train station
Another coffee parlour
Waiting for my cuppa
Bastakiya coffee house
From the pictures above, last few days found me perambulating quite a bit. These were taken in the course of last week.
From attending the food festival and sugar craft show, to going to Bastakiya, the coffee museum and imbibing in coffee so potent that it could knock off your socks and you will float in the air with the buoyancy that it delivered.
I learnt a lot about coffee and took hundreds of photos.
It was thick heavy brew, served in small cups. I couldn’t finish mine because, it seriously gave me bright eyes and I think my hair stood on ends from the buzz that I got.
Money is one touchy subject that a lot of people love to hate and hate to love. Most people don’t like being told how to manage their money.
The Truth is that we can’t avoid money. It’s been the legal tender through the ages, in so many forms that has evolved over time and is behind a whole lot of misery and content in our lives.
Money is a servant and just a means of arriving at a goal. It should never be placed in the position of a master, because he can become a slave driver, a greedy grubber and a controlling entity once given the opportunity.
With the introduction of credit in the society, it has forged a controlling circle over people’s lives, where people are living consistently above their affordable means by the euphoric idea of buy now and pay later.
By the end of the month, most people’s accounts are in deficit because all the payments has gone in and they hardly have two coins left to rub together, thus the vicious cycle of chasing after the elusive monetary wealth continues.
Until, we conscientiously and actively learn to curb the expense and keep to the absolute needs as against the wants, we will remain in a limbo.
There are so many ways of practicing thrift asides from cutting coupons and it might surprise us how much better off we would be, if we care to throw away some spending practice that burns holes in our pockets.
A borrower will always remain a servant at the beck and call of the lender. May your money be a good servant and not a grinding master.
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