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Well my final exam has started, so couldn't  give the love my blog requires these days,,, But since I had some time so, thought of writing blog-post on my Obsession... (hence this blog post is going to be a separate page above   called Witch's Obsession).

         When my, Mom told me the Story of Cinderella for first time... I can clearly remember, I was holding on to the Kings-man who went in search for the perfect match for the Shoe left in the ball... I kept irritating my Mom about the fact that Cinderella had unique feet size.. From that day I started my quest to find the Glass Slippers or The Fur Shoes.. But slowly the Obsession of looking at footwear worn by people has turned to clicking pictures of deserted foot wear and clicking my own footwears.


 So I have put up Pictures of abandoned footwear, more will be added in future..





on the grounds of pink college

at pink college

pink college's gift

pink college gift

 found while returning to home

on my walks

same here

near the tutorial class

near tutorial class

found on the way to college

way back to home

back to home

while going for college

same story

some kid's old school shoe

 on pink college path


near construction sight

a walking mates find





contributed by my walking mate 



hanging shoes


found in my garden


walking back from collegd

 the walk back from college  

lying on heap of garbage

found it in and gulli

near roadside garbage

both dating each other 

the soles gone for this pair

Alone in the green

soon it will get decomposed

It was found in my home..


On my way back home from my classes, near my beloved  Flyover              



Same place, the flyover..                      


  My brother's Cat... Puchu Dey's first born kitten playing with my pink Shoes..

 The pink reality of my life..


Found  them while visiting  family friends, they were left near the open field adjust -en to their home...




 On my way back home from college... Found it floating on road on a rainy day..



 My blue babies.. My Blue Images.. On the Platform of  Murshidabad...



 On the mystical land of Bolpur.



In Victoria Memorial ...

 In Victoria's Garden...


 Found near the tea stall, near Pink College... 











 P.S- This  is not it... its not the end .. But more pictures shall be added and added..

thanking you to bear with me
pauloaries


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  1. SpringApple16 June 2012 at 19:05

    To all thoe who read this blog, may I read a verse from an anonymous oracle...

    "That Ye Shall smile upon reading what is beneath...:-D"

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  2. mangolove6 June 2012 at 22:32

    good.. but i am sad :( you haven uploaded any of my abandoned shoes n slippers photo. u made me sad

    ReplyDelete

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