Oblivious of five satiated onlookers from Delifrance.

Little Sanjay take a trip into the dark side.



Apple Fruit: Sanjay! Sanjay! Roll me down the slide!

Little Sanjay: Okay.. okay alright.

So Little Sanjay rolled Apple Fruit down the slide.

Apple Fruit: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Picking up the Apple fruit from the ground..

Apple Fruit: Sanjay! Sanjay! Eat me now, I taste great after that slide!

Little Sanjay: Okay.. okay alright.

And so poor Little Sanjay took a healthy bite out of Apple Fruit

And just because this deserves a post of its own

I was pleasantly surprised.
No words can describe how grateful I am.
Thank you to everyone for everything.
I would not be forgetting this day in the near future..








nor in the distant future











THANK YOU!
Minnasan..

Due to circumstances, we grew apart,
The distance I do not resent, it is a relief actually..
You are pretentious, conceited, bothersome and a blabbermouth
Happy moments were shared despite that
Lets go back to when life was carefree..

Taking a step back, looking through the glass..
Feels like I was wrong.

I need to right the wrongs.. soon (^-^)

It hit us with great force then. What we had, what we took for granted. It is a luxury that many could never afford no matter how hard they worked.

Because no matter how they struggled they are just pawns to the kings and queens.

It is just shit luck that they are at the bottom of the heirachy.

But it is in this mess that we find ourselves the most at peace.

The one of many jokes life constantly plays on it's helpless humans..

A near death you think later.
One of you could have died they say.
We were lucky you think.
Let him be alright you prayed.

You saw it coming, weaving in and out coming coming ever so near, dangerously near, you think.

You told him. And then you were swirling twirling, everything whirling around you.

And then.. and then nothing.

Choking burnt flesh smell painfully slowly brought you awake. You saw blood. Too much blood you thought.

Blearily you saw him just beyond you, painted in pretty red you thought then. You needed to get to him.

You wanted out. You savagely pried the door open. Giving way, you desperately crawled your way out.

He saw you then.

That was when you recognized him for what he is.

Oblivious to your pain, your bruised and battered body.

Blinding rage consumed you. With blood in your eyes you turned away.

Sealing his fate and yours to the damnations of hellfire.

That was when you died.
There were two casualties they said.
You were never lucky you realised.
Save me you prayed.