So. That's the set right there, in the corner of the first image, all broken-down and ramshackle. That's where the parties happen.
The hill is man-made, over the last year or so. You see the one with four or five trucks in the frame? Imagine a whole day of that.
It's all rubbish. Really.
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Well, I had missed your earlier post. Must have been my 'ill' days. Did you really go to your wedding in rubber chappals?
Still, you don't deserve to be haunted, for that. The dust must be awful too, now with those dumping trucks. Poor you!
The only appropriate response to this is OMFG.
Fascinating. I suppose bribes flow liberally to corporation officials.
We have neighbours who just uprooted a very nice, dense and entirely opaque bamboo hedge and replaced it with a solid fly-ash brick wall. We must stop complaining about that sort of thing.
banno: Yes, I did; when I ought to have been barefoot, actually! And yes, the dust is terrible. Asthma attacks are always very close.
km: I know, right? But you know what's even more WTF? Rumour has it that the guy intends to build a house on top of that pile of rubble. Talk about dunghills!
Rahul: You bet. Every day the cops swing by this way and go away looking very happy.
Gosh! Truly mind boggling. Sympathies.
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