Its too hot till today! I pray with all for the dearest monsoon. Hey monsoon! Where are you? I didn't see you, - come, come soon to wet burning lands, come to cold the warm, come to mitigate our irritations. Oh clouds - cover the bare sky, wrap the unbearable vigilant sun!
My father was a person of mixed personalities. I never admire him or had respect so much as one may expect because he was not so much lovable to all of us, but to some extent, I respect him for his affection. He always escorted me to the doctors when I used to fell ill, even upto that young ages of mine when I was getting education from colleges. My father used to take care of his siblings and spouse though he was almost ruthless to my mother.
On my way to Office, local garbages are use to dump in front of a heritage building. And it takes vast area of footpath, for which, pedestrians like me usually have no choice than to go through with a life risk of running vehicles and taking bad smell of rotten garbages. A vehicle collects these garbages. You can see it in this pic.
A few hours ago I was returning home after office. When I reached ferry ghat of Kolkata, river Ganga was then shined with about-to-set sun. Luxury vessels and ships anchored. I snapped a few shots and now sending the pics to my photo journal delightfully.