The change of Habitat

On the day of the workers around the world I changed my residence from 15th E Ave. to 12th E Ave. As they say in Vancity I made my artistic east van move.

My new Postal Address would be

1875 E 12th Ave.

Vancouver

British Columbia

Canada

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My Snowman and renegade Angela

This is my first snow man ever, and my fellow conspirator is Angela
Gentili making her renegade snow angel.

Snow

A tiny little flake falls from the cloudy womb.
As it floats down to its final bed,
the miniscule life it was granted
it wasted in happiness.
Watched the pellet cousins hail down
while it swirled in fun.
Unknown to its fate
keeps hitching ride on the mod air drifts.
I want to fall
Fall like snow in Vancouver.

CommercialDrive

This is the street I sell falafel ( middle eastern snack of Kabuli
Chana) from a eclectic store Desert. The runs north to south as you
will notice the mountains at the back silhouetted in the evening sky.
Commercial drive has its own life within itself with various
characters and their eclectic ways of living and thinking. Reminds me
of a old Doordarshan TV series called 'Nukkad'. The street constantly
lives in its own bubble. Creating a small town vibe within the big
city of Vancouver.
Gradually i will putting their photos and stories online.

AMI MAMA HOYE GECHI

I am proud mama from the day onwards and I do welcome the newest
member to the clan. I am so happy that I forgave the Aussie cricket
team.

Anumaan Nahi Anubhav

An attempt to reach fellow Indians for a desperate message which might
decide what we may recognize ourselves in the future. The world is
growing state of assumption and assertion as more and more information
becomes free.
My personal journey to understand India has reached far away from it
and yet I repeatedly see it outside me in form of constant diverse
urban centers I have been. So I say this to anyone my age or younger
we still a have time.

Life in general.

A thought passed on reminding me at the least we all are story
tellers. Every little thought we think of is a little story we build
to to constantly readjust ourselves. Just like a blink, referred from
Malcolm Gladwell's book blink.
As this Micro-storyteller builds our entire life as a cinema while we
live it. The only opportunity perhaps we get is the eternal last few
moments of time of our life when we see ourselves and the entire film
in one go but as a audience.
Having said we are storytellers dosn't that make everything around us
from religion to different gods just a cast of actors in our Brahman
mind of imagination.I happen to like myths and stories of magik.
Someday I want to retell the stories of people around me with some
magikal angle to it. Here's a picture of HanuMan, a story retold.