Indian highways have long been very dangerous; narrow and ill-lit, with a variety of vehicles jostling for space, it was sheer luck that the number of accidents were far less than one would expect.
In our country, the roads ensure that flat tyres are a regular phenomenon, so we have our own “puncture” repair men, who advertise by nailing up an old tyre to the shady tree under which they operate. They usuall adopt a phonetic method of spelling out the word “puncture”; but in this case, one guy had a serious doubt about whether his first spelling was right, and decided that he would cover his bases.
I do have several, several pictures I need to post to Flickr and to LJ…but am still continously on the run with DnA’s shopping and visiting…so I am keeping all that for something to do after they have gone.
The usual place for a bud to form, and a flower to bloom, is at the tip of the twig, at the end of a branch….