Dr. Sahasrabuddhe

*100 * word *Vaastu story * *Alas* Amidst the crowd on the main road ; a cracked mirror of that motorcycle ,half of the bike under the truck . A flame tree showering it's bloody flowers in scorching sun with deep black shadows of all those evil spirits .Somebody murmured that's the red flower tree in the southeast corner of the bungalow;peeping out on the road it's anger and violence. What the ugly chamfer to that bunglow ;disturbing that sacredness of a square and giving that space to evils to make it empty and voids. That girl on the backseat crying with her head in the knees on that hot tar road with disturbed hair style and hairs full of dust of that road..! *Dr N H Sahasrabuddhe * 9822011050 Sent from my iPhone