Memorains

Tropics

Tropical garden..

Tropical city..Dusty..tar and mud..roadside shops..people every where

Was it a sunday? not sure..remembered to be bored delicious..

Hey its going to rain..

wind blowing hot and cold, pulling dust,leaves and solitary plastic bag..

Soul addiction to riding the bike to emerge in the pregnant clouds..

As you ride the drops of water flowers kindle the nostril of dust to release the scent

The passerby huddle in bus stands and becoming concern corners..

The engine revs to go past the crowd,with water seeping through the shirt down to the trousers..

Take the shelter to watch the rain pounding the sidewalk,

Smell of fresh brewing tea and cigarette smoke..

lone girl riding the bicycle home..

the car bathing the street dog..

i am not in a hurry for the time is standing still...