Making friends in the park. The other day ,as I entered the park gate for my morning walk I suddenly noticed that I had unconsciously turned left to make the usual rounds in the track . I wondered why I unconsciously chose to walk clockwise in the oval shaped jogging track. I found everybody else did the same thing. I therefore made a conscious decision that I would change my routine for a day and walk counterclockwise. Turn out to be my acquaintances.

Swife is an older version of wife whose red spots have matured to turn senior citizens. The mischievous anti-bodies responsible for their outbreak are now more calculated in their approach. They appear entirely impervious to our assaults by way of immunoglobulin therapy. The man with a red dot looks down his eyes.

Children playing in the sea. Hey,this is not the banana we eat at home! October 14, 2010. The little yellow-black bird which visited our tree. Fishing in the deep waters. Watch the three boys squatting on the river bank with their hands clutching their heads. There is another boy who has just taken a dip in the river and is putting his dress back. The woman is here calling out to her companion from the arched entrance to the temple.