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Smiley Saturdays - 4 (Monsoon Calling)


With each passing week, the itch of a good ride is getting more severe. Alas, when the Mumbai Monsoon is at its best, I have nowhere to go! Blame it to poor-lazy me’being, no partner to ride with or whatever, truth is that I’m dying for a good rain-ride!

So when there are no rides, there’s no ride-tale either. Smiles appear to be the only savior for my blog-writing. But, difficult is to accept the fact that the wish to Click a new Smile and post it on Saturday is still to realize; all I’m able to post are the smile from my database.

Today, I’m posting my roommates smile that I clicked at Malshej Ghat last year. It was done on Canon Powesrshot A3100 without flash and of course on Auto settings.

My roommate, a naturally artificial pose at Malshej
As the week is ending, I'm waiting for the next to bring some surprise ride....surprises are what I really love! Be it a ride, or a Smile! :)



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