When the Voices Stopped

The Last Chair.

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So now im bored (yes. BORED) of my Leh pictures. Guess I ve been trying to kill it for a long time now and ended up spending too much time staring at it. But chairs, I never tire of. I like to imagine who might have sat there, what conversations people might have had and some times, I almost think that the chairs themselves are the characters of my fictitious world. But that's besides the point. Like someone told me the other day... This chair has been alone a long time... Location : La Maison, Coonur