#Branch Minto

[nicecarito]

I updated the webtoon cover! even if I update the comic every 345232 years

[katia0708]

Un nuevo personaje de Rooibos Lifes en Gacha life 2! Wuju! ✨✨

(ya me había tardado 💦)

Esta vez le toco a mi arbusto favorito! 🌿

🌿 Branch Minto 🌿

Un arbusto de Menta muuuy alto y guapo 💕

El compañero de Willy y un gran amigo también! ✨🌸

Branch sin duda es de mis personajes favoritos, da ganas a uno de ser su amigo y darle palmaditas en su espalda ya que te da penita que su crush no se de cuenta todo lo que siente por él TT (William es inocente solo cuando se lo propone -n-).

Siendo totalmente sincera y arriesgandome a que una taza me asesina... Branch y Willy harían una bella pareja, una menos conflictiva eso por seguro xD

Créditos a la creadora de este mundo Webcomic y sus hermosos personajes @nicecarito 💕

Hasta una proxima vez! (espero no tardarme tanto la siguiente ").

[yumeniz]

Otro fandub que hice protagonizado por Branch Minto y sus problemas con Willy y su personalidad diferente. En otras palabras, el regreso del serio Willy. Además, no quería que un resfriado me impidiera hacer esto, así que aquí está, pero no se preocupen, estoy empezando a sentirme mucho mejor ahora 😷 Habrá más fandubs en este canal, lo prometo 🙏🏼💕

Cómico- @nicecarito

Fandub- @yumeniz

[linkinbluevikas]

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[atlanticcanada]

Ontario premier to 'Freedom Convoy' protesters in Ottawa: 'Move on'

Ontario's premier is urging the demonstrators associated with the "Freedom Convoy" to leave downtown Ottawa, saying they need to let residents return to living their lives.

"People have to move on," Doug Ford told reporters in Ajax, Ont. on Tuesday morning. "I get it, I hear you, but we have to let the people of Ottawa live their lives."

The protest against COVID-19 and other public health measures is beginning to shrink, according to police, but many heavy trucks and other vehicles remain parked on Wellington Street and around other parts of downtown.

But Ford said the protesters have been heard and they need to allow local businesses who have been forced to close due to the demonstrations to reopen.

"There's a million people that live in Ottawa," he said. "I hear you. I hear the protesters, the province hears the protesters, the country hears the protesters.

"Now it’s time to let the people in Ottawa get back to their lives. These businesses that have been closed for a while now, the restaurants want to reopen."

Many downtown city services remain closed because of the ongoing demonstration, including Ottawa City Hall and its underground parking garage, the Rink of Dreams, and the Ottawa Public Library's Main and Rideau branches and the COVID-19 vaccination clinic at the Minto Sports Complex at the University of Ottawa.

The city also says St. Luke’s Child Care Centre and Centre éducatif Pinocchio will remain closed; however, the Ottawa-Carleton District School Board says Centennial Public School, which was closed on Monday due to the protest, will be open Tuesday.

The Rideau Centre also remains closed, marking a third full day of closures for the busy downtown shopping mall.

The city is warning of ongoing traffic impacts in the downtown core, but says services such as garbage collection and snow removal should not be affected.

As demonstrations continue, traffic and transit impacts remain significant in downtown #Ottawa and the surrounding area. Please avoid travel to this area, if possible. For more traffic updates visit our online interactive traffic map: https://t.co/yQy1eYQxCC pic.twitter.com/SOnMYZxZgZ

— City of Ottawa (@ottawacity) January 31, 2022

Traffic on bridges between Ottawa and Gatineau has been snarled because of the protest. But health care workers trying to cross into Ottawa from the Quebec side should use the Chaudière Bridge, CHEO CEO Alex Munter said Tuesday. Police will let them through if the show their ID badges.

Ottawa police chief Peter Sloly says several demonstrators who were in the city over the weekend have left.

"The situation of the demonstration has scaled down over the last 12 hours," Sloly said at a news conference Monday afternoon. "We want that trend to continue until this demonstration comes to a complete end. I cannot guarantee you that right now but I can guarantee that every effort at negotiation, coordination, de-escalation, has continued throughout the last four days and will continue until the complete end of this demonstration."

Sloly says "all options are on the table" when it comes to ending the demonstration and returning the city to a sense of normalcy. He also warned anyone engaging in criminal activity that they will be prosecuted, even if it isn't immediately.

“No matter where you live, no matter where your vehicle’s registered, if you’ve come here and committed a crime, if you have committed a hate crime, you will be investigated,” Sloly said. “We will look for you, we will charge you, if necessary we will arrest you, and we will pursue prosecutions against you."

The Ottawa Police Service says it will be setting up a dedicated hotline to report any criminal activity related to the demonstration. So far, 12 active investigations are underway into various allegations, including bribery, threats, assault and dangerous driving.

Ottawa Mayor Jim Watson said on CTV’s Your Morning Tuesday that the trucker protest is “something that we’ve never seen before,” and reiterated that official are making every effort to end the demonstration peacefully.

“Police are doing what they can to make the situation the best they can, a lot of people are frustrated and just want the trucks towed away,” he said. “The bottom line is the last thing you want to do is, when you see a fire, is pour gasoline.”

Shepherds of Good Hope 'overwhelmed' by donations

An Ottawa homeless shelter received more than 10,000 donations after some protesters harassed staff and volunteers there over the weekend.

The Shepherds of Good Hope put out a statement saying they were "overwhelmed" by the attention and support, and received so many food donations that they have reached their storage capacity and can't accept any more.

Officials from the shelter said protesters from the "Freedom Convoy" harassed staff and volunteers Saturday, demanding food from their soup kitchen, and one shelter client was allegedly assaulted.

"Every message of support has meant the world to us and seen our team through a few difficult days," the statement said, adding that it needs to tally up the donations and they will announce an amount raised later this week.

"The incidents this weekend were unfortunate, but have allowed us to share the work we do with all of you."

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/c68uKvzHg

[noche-lin]

ROOIBOS CITY AU/MY OC´S

Draft tab Rooibos City AU | @bichcarito PRESENTATION: Richard Aquarelle is a tube of yellow paint, he has a somewhat extended and very close family, he loves his family, he loves the ocean and dreams of traveling one day. **** INFO **** Name: Richard Aquarelle Age: 25 Date of birth: January 8 Species / Sample: Tube of yellow paint Male gender Sexual orientation: heterosexual Residence: City of Rooibos Occupation: Sailor Place of Occupation: Rooibos City Docks

Personality: (Clumsy) o Funny (he likes to make simple, but very funny jokes) o Positive or honest or loving o Friendly (Especially with the elderly) (Negative side of his personality) or Jealous (only with Della) o Possessive (rarely and to a slight extent) o You do not know how to convey your thoughts correctly or His clumsiness

Powers: Control paint Richard can control painting based on his mind, he can create objects made of paint from scratch, it is a somewhat useful power for use in his daily life and self-defense, however Richard does not use them because he does not like to use them, he prefers to do everything for your account apart from the fact that you spend a lot of vital energy that you need for those long trips in your work.

Pleasures: 1. Explore a new place for the 2. The cookies the De Lait family bakes 3. Play your trumpet or flute 4. Sweet coffee 5. Dancing 6. Play cards with Affogato

Does not like:

1. The stuffed cupcakes 2. Peanut butter 3. Ocean pollution 4. Cold coffee 5. The conceited people 6. Suspenders for pants  

Family:

Aída Brushwork / Aquerelle (mother) Elías Aquarelle (father) Daniel Aquarelle (older brother) Mike Aquarelle (younger brother) Bastian Brushwork (cousin) Cornelio Brushwork (uncle) Siro Aquarelle (grandfather) Vilma? / Aquarelle (grandmother, deceased)

Friends: Corretto De Lait (they are friends thanks to the closeness of their families) Afoggato De Lait (they are best friends since childhood) Latte De Lait (Her childhood friend and nurse when she has a health problem) Marcus Foxtale (co-worker) Della Fields (in love) Branch Minto (His first friend since he arrived in Rooibos city)

Interesting data: Speak English and know the odd word in French

Richard is just a brother of triplets (he's the middle one)

Richard has a good relationship with his brothers, they always support and help each other in whatever they need.

Affogato has been his best friend for as long as he can remember, she loves to visit him and help him cook the delicacies of his family's baker, although sometimes his clumsiness does its thing.

His family and the De Lait family are very close and good friends, they love each other as if they were brothers.

His family lives in Tea Springs, but he moved to Rooibos city so he could get a better job.

Their uncle and cousin do not live with them in the same house, but in the neighborhood

The ship he works on is called The Sunny Pearl, it is a trade transport ship, but before it was a travel ship.

His boss is a proud and very macho sunflower, that annoys Richard a little His brothers have tried to go on a boat trip with him, but Mike gets seasick very fast and Daniel doesn't like the smell of boat decks.

Richard knows Della only by sight, he has seen her at the flower shop near the dock, he has seen her be very kind to the children and very responsible with her work, he has tried to talk to her, but something always happens that does not let her get close to she.

What attracted Richard to Della was how kind she is to everyone.

Richard is somewhat clumsy but when he is nervous his clumsiness increases causing disasters, apart from that he cannot manage to say what he thinks as an apology due to his nerves.

Richard plays his flute and trumpet when he has free time both from work and on days off.

He goes to visit his family on weekends or the days he has free, the holidays are also spent with his family.

Richard met Branch Minto when he was moving he stumbled upon some boxes and Branch offered his help.

[wasalwaysagreatpickle]

Friday 8 August 1828

7 50/60

12 1/2

All ready to be off, and breakfast in 20 minutes at 9 20/60 – Read Scotland tourist – saunter out to watch the arrival of the coach (from Edinburgh to Newcastle through Jedburgh) at 10 – said last night would send my luggage by it, and walk myself by Driburgh to Jedburgh – but determined this morning to miss Driburgh, and go by the coach – all in vain, the coach so full could not even take my luggage – wonder it did not break down – 

Off in a chaise at 11 10/60 having put into the post office in passing a line or 2 ‘to the mistress of the Crown and Mitre Inn and coffee house Carlisle ‘to say my return there was uncertain, and begging her, at all rates, to send off my box by the York coach on Monday without fail – fine view of the Eildon hills (Scotland tourist 309/415), at 11 50/60 pretty hill-seated village of Newton – lodgings to let there could live there for a while – very hilly road – look over wide hilly plain! – pillar erected by the marquess of Lothian to the memory of those who fell at Waterloo, very conspicuous in the distance – fine rich country – 

Turn left down to Driburgh suspension bridge (erected by the earl of Buchan Scotland Tourist 314/415) and alight at the bridge at 12 5/60 painted white – great white wooden suspension pillars with a transverse lying across them as a binder – not near so pretty as Melrose suspension bridge – the [zonic] round red sandstone temple to the 9 muses, on a little eminence at the end of the bridge, with a white Belvidere apollo in the middle of it – not in the regular grounds – not connected with anything – why put there? – Sir William Wallace, too, quite [white] on large red sandstone pediment at the top of ridge of hill among wood – 

The abbey a considerable and beautiful remain but made up with garden walls, and orchards – the woman let me to what she called the hall – some of the gothic arch work round the stalls repaired in wood – and full of trumpery plaster of paris busts – in a niche – in one of the walls a good stone bust of the present lord Buchan when 59 – Sit Walter Scott’s burial place recorded as given to him in 1791 – his wife lies there – the house a modern good-looking sort of common reddish sandstone gents house closed up by fence walls – his lordship now in his 86th year, must always have been a man of sickly taste – his a natural son with him, but his nephew, Andrew Esskime, must succeed him – the scenery around the house would be beautiful if properly thrown open  - scenery along the river pretty – precipitous red banks, and wooded slopes to the water’s edge – Lord B- [Buchan] takes toll or pontage for the bridge – the same rate for foot passengers at least as at Melrose – 

Got back to the chaise at 12 50/60 it had just begun to rain before I left the abbey – inside for above an hour – till fair – rained very heavily for some time – some very fine timber about Ancrum house Sir William Scott, bart. 

At 1 50/60 2 miles beyond Ancrum (right) see the long line of fir wood belonging to Chester (Ogilvie Esquire) – leave Ancrum 1/4 ? m. right – very hilly road – fine rich country – yellow corn – fine, green hedges and fir woods about the different [gentlemans] seats – especially the Marquess of Lothian’s Teviot hill – Lord Minto’s place among the wood on the hill, above and behind Chesters – at 2 pass over Ancrum bridge 3 red sandstone arches over broad shallow Teviot – turn left along beautiful little valley of the Jed – Jedburgh looks well – its new jail or castle on the hill and the fine old ruined abbey the tolbooth (old jail now partly turned into a library) in the town below fine objects – 

Alight at the Spread Eagle Jedburgh at 2 40/60 See going towards the abbey inquire my way of a Mr White a brewer – very civil – even went all over the abbey and to the top of it with me – the abbey belongs to the Marquess of Lothian – by his sufferance they have a church in it – £2000 raised by subscription laid out in repairing the old tower (going to fall) a year or 2 ago – the marquess subscribed £200? – the present parapet round the top of the tower not like the old one good – but a great pity to have attended it – very large [remainder] – the largest I have seen – larger than Melrose – finer? if seen to advantage – too much choked up – the church in it spoils it – from the abbey to the castle or new jail – opened in 1822 – cost 6 or 7 thousand pounds 27 cells – a mill to grind barley for broth, instead of a tread mill – 2 men cannot work it longer than 5 minutes at a time – only 3 prisoners in for debt and 2 others – 1 man for attempt to murder, and a boy for petty theft – very neat, well-kept airy prison – went to the top – rather thick – or would be very fine view – fine view as it was over the town etc. –

[weens] Mr Cleghorn on the Newcastle road, about 7 miles off – went into the post-office (a booksellers shop) for a print of the abbey – the man very civil – sent to get me the best, though a bad one at 4d [pence] and then walked with me to see the point of view whence taken – took me to see ‘the philosopher’ James Veitch a self-taught mathematician and optician – a very John Oates but more learned – excellent microscope 4 guineas on a new principal, and a chromatic telescope when finished would be 12 guineas – both cheap – a very clever genius of a man – very civil to me – I talked about Euclid (algebra) etc. – he shewed me how he made an equal (a perfect) screw – shewed me a clock he had made which did not vary 4 seconds in a month – Lord Minto, and many other gents go and spend hours with him – he is a joiner by trade – likes Vincés astronomy - Lalandés and Callets logarithms – 

Then my friend and I walked a little up the valley beautiful and continuous so for 4 miles – the Jed running along between fine red and wooded banks, the road crossing perpetually from 1 side to the other – picturesque straw thatched cottages – very beautiful little valley – at about the end of the 4 miles you turn off to weens on the Roole (as pronounced) water – Mr Cleghorn has lately lost an estate that had cost £12,000, and had to pay up arrears – it was bought on a bad title – he thus loses 1/3 of what he has, but this will not injure his respectability in the neighbourhood – his wife much liked – he quite a man of Science – has a taste for architecture etc. Travelled much abroad in Italy etc. – his father’s partner Mr Wilson who retired about 12 years ago has lost all he had but about £200 a year by buying on bad title – the cause came before the house of lords, and was lately decided against Messers Wilson and Cleghorn – 

Walked round the great 3 branched oak tree – 6 yards round the bottom of the bole – ‘a very great tree for Scotland’ – my friend (Mr Renwick) gave me an egg cup made of the tree that grew in the abbey from the time of Surrey’s destroying it, 400 years – Mr Wight too met me again in the town and gave 3 little views 2 of Jedburgh and 1 of Kelso abbey – never met with people so civil – got back to the Inn at 6 10/60 – off Jedburgh a picturesque pretty little town – straw thatches going up to the castle – but picturesque - 

In a chaise at 6 20/60 – hillyish road through a fine rich fertile well cultivated country – improves towards Kelso – Fleurs large handsome looking white-house (left) – beautiful descent down wooded road down upon the fine bridge and fine river (Tweed) – town very beautifully situated – beautiful and picturesque though not large remainder of the abbey – handsome square, or grande place – alight there at the Cross Keys – Yule, at 7 55/60 – (the white Swann the best inn) 

 Dinner at 8 40/60 – afterwards settling accounts and writing out today till 11 1/2 – rain from about 12 1/2 for above an hour and from about 6 1/4 to near 7 – went inside the first 35 minutes from Jedburgh – a gentleman would gladly have come with me from Jedburgh and paid 1/2 the chaise – declined – the poet Thomson educated in the school at Jedburgh near the abbey – born at Ednam near Kelso – upstairs at 11 3/4 –

In margin: Jedburgh abbey private property – belongs to the marquess of Lothian – by sufferance that the town has a church in part of the abbey – on this account repaired by subscription – the court of exchequer would have done it, but not being crown property, has nothing to do with it –

[anotcanada]

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[vesperlionheart]

The Barn 12

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“It’s not really convenient,” Sakura grumbled, warding the edges of the house with yarrow for a third time to triple the binding protections. “They couldn’t have waited a week for Fall break before starting an all out coven war? I have a life they’re disrupting.”

Gaara watched her work, eyeing the red stain on her shirt with worry while Konan sat with fingers steepled in front of her lips, eyes closed.

“Are you sure that’s fine to leave like that?” Gaara asked in a worried voice.

Sakura stopped and dropped the spent yarrow branch. She looked down at the red stain and pulled the shirt up to show pink skin, shiny and scarred. It would heal better in a day or two, but it wasn’t life threatening. The bone knife hadn’t gone in deep in the first place.

“I’m fine. Bone witches heal well on their own I’m told, which is one of the reasons I was so frantic about getting you out of there. That kid wasn’t going to stop. I mean, I’m a bone witch but I don’t know how to do much of anything anymore.” When Gaara still looked at her with worry in his eyes Sakura hurried to add, “Aside from that, Uzumaki are annoyingly fast healers too.”

“Have you made any efforts to locate Madara?” Konan asked from behind her fingers.

“Not since we’ve been back. I couldn’t sense him at the mall either, after he slipped away. I did get a text from Kakuzu so I think he’s okay. Once I’m finished here I’ll scry for him.”

“I’m not worried about him,” Gaara huffed.

“I’m not worried about him either, I want to read him the riot act once we find him. He was useless and Sakura was hurt! If he’s going to insist on tagging along he can be a little less worthless.” Konan’s tone was harsh.

There was a vibration in her back pocket, causing Sakura to reach for her phone. It was a text from Kakuzu answering the question she sent him minutes earlier.

“He’s with Kakuzu, but I don’t think it’s Kakuzu texting me...I think it’s Madara. Shit, one crisis at a time, guys.”

Sakura flipped to the caller id and clicked on the phone icon to call Kakuzu. She had transported the group of them and left her car behind so she didn’t know how useful she would be until she got that back.

It rang once, twice, and then was denied. Sakura pulled the phone away from her face to glare at it before redialing, more intent on getting through. If it was Madara on the other end he probably didn’t even know how to accept a call on a smartphone. Had he seen her make calls before?

When the phone rang on and on and on Sakura started to feel the seeds of worry bloom in her gut. She had just finished warding the home, but something told her that it was all wasted work because she needed to be where those two were. Where was that?     

Sakura turned to face Konan and Gaara. “Decision time! Do you want to stay here or you want to come with me to visit those two?”

The pair stood at the same time, wordlessly voting. Neither looked ready to separate from her side so soon.

“‘Kay, I’m taking a few things and I’m not sure if I even know where they are, but I’ll try his apartment first, since that’s a safe place for him to hunker down in.”

Sakura growled to herself about not having a car before heading out for the attached shed she had only peered inside once or twice since inheriting the Barn. The door swung noisily out and dropped dust on her head but the mess inside was not as horrific as she remembered it being. The black and brown 1975 Honda 550 four motorcycle was right where she remembered leaving it.

The leather of the seat was cracked and the tank was empty, but there was gas in a can off to the side Sakura used. It smelled like ages long gone by, but the engine revved to life with a twist and no second attempts. It was ready to go if she was ready to ride.

She packed away some things she thought she might need as well as some things she hoped she didn’t into the saddlebags on either side before tugging down a denim jacket and then another leather one to offer up to Gaara who was waiting with a paper flower in his hands.

“For the record, I have to convey Konan’s dissatisfaction with the set up, because she wanted to ride behind you, but without my sand I’m not able to travel compartment style. Konan was a stealth agent back in the other time,” Gaara said, passing over the flower to Sakura.

She tucked it behind her ear and made sure it wasn’t crushed under the helmet. She felt Konan fold out around her skull, encircling her head under the helmet. There was heat there, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Hopefully I’ll get my car back soon and I won’t have to do this again. If I need to I can just drive this bike there and then pack it up in the backseat and….pray it all comes back in one piece. Or I can just...no I don’t have a seal there for that so I…I can just...”

Sakura started to talk to herself as she folded a white cotton cloth over itself and then stuffed it deep into the saddlebag before clipping it all shut. Her hands were shaking but she hid that by grabbing the handles with extra force and pressing her body as close to the frame as possible.

Gaara slid on behind her and pressed himself close to her. She could feel his arms around her waist and knew he was secured there. There was no wavering in his hold. She shouldn’t waver with her own resolve so she revved and pretended her heart wasn’t hammering and angry.

There was a silvery trail in the air when she focused on the key he had given her and she knew it was left for her to find her way back to him. She followed Kakuzu’s trail and ended up at the apartments by the waters.

He had done well enough as a lawyer to afford such private and high end property even if it was only an apartment. When she parked she listened and heard very little sound. Glancing about she saw the complex was mostly empty. That either meant it was a very private community or she was walking into a trap.

“It’s so empty. I can’t hear anyone or sense them nearby,” Gaara said. He dismounted behind her and stayed close.

Sakura knew the way even without the magic aiding her and it was a relief to let it go and pretend she wasn’t made out of magic for a little while. It was getting harder and harder to not slip into the ease that magic offered her. Magic was like a bad habit or a warm bed.

The door needed the key but opened easily enough, even with all the other wards and traps set up. None of them triggered when she crossed the threshold. Still, she was caught at the edge of the hallway looking into the living room. She heard Gaara suck in a breath and Konan came unfurled in a wind that moved to stand protectively in front of Sakura, least she dare forward.

“What the hell happened here?” Sakura hissed, glaring at the sight and nothing exactly. It was too hard for eyes to focus on something.

Madara was a mess of torn clothes, fading scratches, disheveled hair and a bleeding lip. There were shadows under his eyes and he looked weaker than he ever had.  Between him and Kakuzu the furniture was a mess, but nothing was worse than the apartment owner himself.

For as bad as Madara looked, Kakuzu was ten times worse. More than a bleeding lip the skin around his lips looked dead under his stitches. Parts of him looked to be sagging off and falling apart. He was a patchwork of skin colors, none of them healthy.He smelled like a rotting corpse too.

“He was tailing you,” Madara huffed. He pulled himself up and wavered from one foot to the other. “I tried-I followed him back here.”

“To do what, kill him?” Sakura demanded.

She had little love for Kakuzu but it was hurting to look at him. Physically, she was repulsed and felt pain in places when she saw how worn and broken he was. He wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“He was following you!”

A sound came out of Kakuzu that sounded like words, but it was too muffled and caught up in a bubble shape that made her think of drowning in a mouth full of blood. She sucked in a breath when she saw the pool of red overflow his teeth and splatter across the floor. She understood what he was trying to say but couldn’t tell him that as she watched him fall apart.

Wasn’t safe

“We were attacked at the mall and instead of being beside us you were taking care of a personal beef,” Konan interjected, stepping forward with eyes like blue fire that wanted to burn Madara alive. “You were useless to us here.”

“What did you do to him?” Gaara asked in a soft voice.

Sakura swallowed, watching Kakuzu try to tugg a part of his face back up by pulling on the heavy black stitching that stood out all the darker now that he was so close to disappearing. She could feel it, how empty and broken he was. There was barely any magic left in him. He was on the edge of dissolving and falling back into that screaming void world they had all been pulled from. The body Minto had summoned for him was little good after so long. She was dead and there was nothing to sustain it. It was amazing how long he had lasted, actually.

Madara took a step towards Sakura, looking her over with wide eyes that searched for injuries, but she had already healed. Still, her shirt was stained with old blood and it was all Madara could seem to see. He took another step towards him but Konan stood in his way.

“Don’t you touch her,” she snarled.

Madara flinched and then glared back. His lip curled like he wanted to follow up with some aggressive act. There was a moment when Sakura wasn’t sure if he would or not. Then, he rocked back on his heels and stepped back.

“I’m fine,” Sakura sighed, feeling stupid for having to say it when Kakuzu was falling apart. There were black threads snapped and spilled all over the room. She could guess what had happened based on the mess between both men.

“We can go back now then,” Madara said. “Leave him.”

“Like hell I’ll go back with him like that,” Konan snapped. She looked back over her shoulder at Sakura and Gaara, but only Sakura seemed to actually care. “We can’t let that happen, right?”

“What are you saying?” Madara snapped. “You wanna keep him in this world? I thought there was no love lost between you and the others.”

“I remember that world better than you do. I also have more of a heart than you do. I don’t have to be a monster anymore, so I’ll care.”

“Not like there is anything anyone could do though,” Gaara said, watching Kakuzu with disinterest. “We have no body and Sakura doesn’t know such a complex ritual.”

“But he’s going to disappear soon!” cried Konan. She looked to Sakura. “If we could get you a body could you...do something? Maybe not make him your familiar but...something?”

Wordlessly, Sakura turned and left. She went back to the motorcycle and unclasped the saddlebag. She heard Gaara following her but didn’t say anything until they were back in the apartment room.

“Clean the room. Get rid of the debris,” she instructed. She set the saddlebag down and dumped everything inside it out. The inkwell rolled across the table but Sakura stopped it with a single finger. “I need room.”

“Why are the things you’re not supposed to know the things you want to know the most? I thought I was supposed to be the troublemaker. I don’t want to get grounded for something so boring.”

Sakura rolled her eyes at her younger cousin and vaulted easily over the low wall in the garden that buffered the side of the house that was next to the library.

“Just shut up and keep watch while I slip in. I can only do this without being noticed or see today. I took care of the magic, but you still need to help me with the human eye part of it. Whistle when you hear or see someone coming. I can’t be seen.”

Tayuya huffed loudly, but stayed where Skuara pointed and watched the area silently, a dog whistle dangling idly from her lips.

Mito left her library unwarded so rarely it was an opportunity Sakura couldn’t pass up, even if she didn’t need anything from the ancient tomes at the time. A month ago when the old woman’s health had taken a nose dive most of her wards broke or went so weak they were easy to slip through. In that moment Sakura had taken several books from the restricted section and hidden them in the common shelves to retrieve at a later date.

Mito was sick again and no one watching the library again.

Sakura was a cat in her stealth to the darker corner where the dust would have made anyone else sneeze. She just barely muffled herself before sounding anything.  

Heresies of the Kaguya Disciples slid off the shelf easily, and opened just as easily, as if begging to be read. With wide eyes that memorized everything, Sakura devoured the text.

What else were the words of heretics for?

Sakura remembered the pages and saw them when she closed her eyes. The seal came back to mind as clearly as if she were staring at it in the present.

She spilled her ink onto the end of a brush and painted the floor with black. It was important that the lines be drawn using a dead medium, and while chalk was a favorite of hers, the ink in her well had once been blood now mixed into a custom solution that the old heretics would swear by.

Sakura painted with her left hand and pretended it wasn’t damaged. Channeling magic into her bones kept the fingers from shaking the brush. When she was done, she almost felt a sort of pride for how pretty the floor was stained. It was lit another piece of art.

Gaara called out to her and she looked up. He was holding her clothes and looking worried. “What is that seal from?”

“A long time ago, older than even you,” Sakura answered.

She held her hand to her chest to keep the light cotton dress from wrinkling as she moved. She didn’t wear anything else because she knew it would just be torn apart by the time she was done. She didn’t want to loose anything she liked wearing.

“It looks like a Fūinjutsu.” hearing Konan cough behind him Gaara added, “That’s a sealing technique we used to use.”

“I guess you could use such a word for an instance like this one. Yes, this is a sealing technique,” she admitted, looking down at her fingers still stained at the tips in black.

Gaara didn’t say anything more but he dropped his eyes. Behind him Madara sat on the top of the counter with his legs crossed and his face turned away. He had sulked off to the kitchen and refused to look at her for the entirety of her painting. He treated her like a traitor but Sakura wasn’t in the mood to care.

“You’re going to make Kakuzu your familiar, then?” asked Konan.

Sakura shut her eyes and felt for her magic, knowing there was less than a full well inside her. “I’m hoping it won’t be like Mito’s. I’m not sacrificing a human for this, after all.”

“Then it won’t work,” Madara muttered into his hand. “Should give up now.”

Sakura ignored him and stood at the base of the seal. She had scattered the mediums at the far points of the seal and made herself the last piece in the puzzle. At the end of it all was Kakuzu, still heaving breaths and sweating what seemed like his last worries away as more blood and stitching leaked out of him.

“Here in this place, let us partake in the communion of the body, joined by bone and flesh,” Sakura intoned before pushing her magic into the seal. It was like pouring water into the grooves of a design and soon she was everywhere at once.

Her magic went to the far points, making the animal skull lift and shake, the powder dance into a miniature cyclone, the crystallized dragonfly hover, and the etched runes rattle against each other as they spelled out her heart’s desire. A husk of a beehive began to hum and a bee made from her magic flew forth. It was fat and long, trailing a glittering thread the shade of honey from its body. It flew around Kakuzu and then plunged into his body with a dart, trailing the honey colored thread behind him until it was gone and there was no sign of either. A moment later the bee emerged and made a straight line for Sakura. She didn’t flinch as it sunk into her chest, trailing the gold thread of fate.

Bone and flesh

The room seemed to echo with the spell as Sakura felt the weight of her efforts start to sink her. She had successfully chosen her familiar and been sewn to him, now it was time to pay for him.

Sakura crossed her arms under her chest and felt where her rib cage ended with floating bones. She bent back and braced before pulling. Her body ripped open and slowly, bit by bit, she ripped a new skeleton from her body. Inch by inch, she raced to replace the bone with new. She wove for herself a new body from the inside out. She grew the bones, elongated them, and changed the shape in places to accommodate his sex and height.

She could feel the sweat trickle down her back and feel it in her lungs as the magic burning in her made her see spots of black across her vision. She was spending so much for every second and square inch of bone she grew.  Her dress was ripped from the places she had pulled bone through and she knew there was enough blood to keep her modest as she stood in scraps and nothing else.

The last of Sakura came out with a cry that was more from relief than pain. She staggered, nearly without balance as a new skeleton hovered in the center of the seal, waiting to be used.

Bone and flesh…

She had paid for the bones well enough, but there was more a body needed in a sacrifice than just bone.

One leg nearly gave out and Sakura staggered. She could feel the end of her magic. She was close to the emptiness that would dye her black and erase what dignity she thought she still had left. If this next part didn’t work, she risked more than just Kakuzu with this ritual.

She heard the runes clatter and inhaled sharply. She dug into the soft soil at the bottom of her well and felt the ink of her deepest magic leak up to the surface. Her skin took on a black tint in places.

‘I will not let this own me!’ Sakura screamed in her brain, opening her eyes and channeling the magic appropriately. Her ribs broke through her chest once more, bending unnaturally outward and exposing her insides to air. She was growing blacker in patches as a mocking laughter bloomed in the back of her brain, but Sakura  only hurried faster.

Bone and flesh…

She felt her heart and held it in her hand. She move and felt the second heart, weak and feeble, it rarely ever pumped anymore. Her second heart; it was a mutation bone witches were known to have to help compensate for their rapid bone growth. The more bones they grew the stronger the second heart was and the faster their healing factor was.

Once upon a time Sakura remembered the sound of twin heartbeats in her lungs almost as well as the feel of a bone sword in both hands. That had been many years ago though and the heart now in her hand was warm and thin.

“You have to work for me because I can’t put you in his body like this,” Sakura said out loud.

She moved back to the first heart and pulled it out.

Black spread faster as her body went into shock, trying to compensate for the loss with more magic that pumped and cycled in place of her  removed heart. Sakura snarled at the feeling and stumbled forward, pushing more of her magic into the removed heart before sticking it into the skeleton.

She dropped to her knees, feeling like a crazed animal caught in a trap and dying as she felt her magic spend heavily on both fronts. She was burning magic to stay alive while also feeding magic into her first heart so that it would grow the rest of the new body’s flesh, as the spell simplified.

Sakura screamed, feeling her vision flicker off as darkness swallowed her sight. She was still alive and still breathing, but her heart was gone and her chest was still open. She pushed her bones back in place and healed in the places she hadn’t been whole, feeling herself sink deeper into the gunky layers of her magic, where everything spent was a risk.

She heard too many things, but she knew she heard some exclamations about what the others were seeing. She just couldn’t see.

Sakura spread her arms out, looking more like she was bracing for something than gesturing, but magic flowed just as well both ways. “Here in this place, let us partake in the communion of the body, joined by bone and flesh,” she called, nearly screaming as the pain bit at her.

“Here in this place, let us partake in the communion of the body, joined by bone and flesh!” she screamed. “Be it paid by bone and by flesh, let it end as thus our engagement is sealed.”

The golden thread tying Sakura to Kakuzu went taut and shimmered with a white light as if touched by moonlight. She was able to gain enough of her vision to crack open and eye and see what had become of their shared thread of fate. It glittered up at her like a platinum jewel, neither silver or gold enterally.

Sakura’s secondary heart beat on it’s own and Sakura coughed up blood, feeling her magic drop away and the world flicker once more. She fell backwards onto her back The last thing she saw was a shadowed hand reaching for her face. She remembered the passage from the text in Mito’s library.

Death is possible for the caster at this ritual level. If the familiar dies after this bond is forged, they pass on. They are officially free from the curse. Beware, the price is steep.

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You have to sacrifice certain comforts for society, Branch. At least at work!

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News A man wore a KKK hood at a grocery store after San Diego County required face masks - The Washington Post

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Photos of a man wearing a Ku Klux Klan hood whereas hunting Saturday introduced on a harsh rebuke from local leaders in San Diego County, and police now snarl they’re looking into the unsettling imagery.

The incident took whisper at some point soon after health officers in the county ordered residents to wear face coverings in public to stymie the unfold of covid-19. Tiam Tellez — considered one of lots of purchasers who captured shots of the hooded man at a Vons supermarket in Santee, Calif., and posted them on social media — wrote on Facebook that lots of retailer workers over and over instructed the person to steal off the hood or inch away.

Melissa Hill, a spokesperson for Vons, confirmed Tellez’s yarn and referred to as the incident “alarming." She stated the unnamed customer neglected workers requests to steal away the hood unless he reached the checkout dwelling. At that level, the person removed the hood and acquired his groceries sooner than leaving, in keeping with the Los Angeles Cases.

The San Diego County Sheriff’s Division stated in an announcement Monday that deputies had been now now not referred to as to the scene Saturday, but “are looking into the topic and must aloof pursue any acceptable prison bills.”

The shots hold garnered response from a slew of local authorities, along side the regional Anti-Defamation League director moreover Santee’s mayor, John Minto, who referred to as the person’s hood “a sad reminder of intolerance.”

“Santee, its leaders, and I will now now not tolerate such behavior,” Minto wrote in an announcement. “Santee and its electorate are enormous, and this particular person’s actions are now now not e book of us as a other folks and an incredible city.”

County Supervisor Dianne Jacob equipped identical condemnation, writing that the person’s actions had been abhorrent and hold “no whisper in Santee or any segment of San Diego County.”

“It is some distance now now not who we are. It is some distance now now not what we stand for and can’t be tolerated,” Jacob stated.

The incident comes as other folks of shade in the United States grapple with the doable penalties of wearing face coverings admire bandannas, namely black men, who peril being racially profiled as criminals or gang contributors. In March, two black men wearing retaining masks recorded themselves being followed by a police officer as they exited a Walmart in Wood River, Ailing.

Whereas the lads felt they had been being profiled, Wood River Police Chief Brad Wells instructed The Post the officer approached the lads on yarn of he “believed the 2 other folks to be acting suspiciously.”

But images of Saturday’s incident in Santee, which hold circulated on social media, hold invoked an fully unique sense of peril for minority residents. The Los Angeles Cases notes that town has a history of racially motivated assaults and is identified by the nicknames “Klantee” and “Santucky.”

A KKK hood extinct overtly at a Vons in Santee, CA, shut to San Diego.

The home’s been a hub of white supremacist and skinhead yell for a long time, incomes the nickname Klantee. pic.twitter.com/uB5ai0wETB

— Nico Pitney (@nicopitney) Might perchance perchance merely 3, 2020

On Monday, the president of NAACP San Diego branch, Francine Maxwell, lamented what she referred to as a recent pattern of racial discrimination by local authorities whereas imposing social distancing orders and requested an inner review of procedures.

“From biased enforcement in beaches and parks to KKK hoods in the grocery store, covid-19 hasn’t modified racism and discrimination in our society,” the chapter wrote.

Tracy Jan contributed to this repo

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Mary Queen of Scots is said to have nursed her sick husband, Henry Stuart, the Earl of Darnley, under this Plane (Sycamore is the English name for the species) tree; it would have had to be alive in the 1560s as Darnley was murdered in 1567. Mary, Queen of Scots came to Glasgow early in 1567, having left Holyrood Palace in Edinburgh on 24 January to collect her husband, Lord Darnley. Darnley had reportedly contracted smallpox and the Queen intended to bring him back to Holyrood on a litter as he was too weak to ride a horse. Darnley returned with his wife, only to be murdered a few days later on 10 February.

Name: Lady Janet Stewart, of Darnley, daughter of Sir Alexander Stewart of Darnley and Lady Joanna Turnbull, of Minto

Born: 1370 in Darnley, Renfrewshire, Scotland

Married: 1385 in Lanarkshire, Scotland

to Baron Thomas Somerville, 1st. Lord of Somerville

Janet Stewart of Darnley MP

Gender: Female Birth: circa 1370 Darnley, Renfrewshire, Scotland Death: before 1407 Lanarkshire, Scotland Immediate Family: Daughter of Sir Alexander Stewart of Darnley and Janet Turnbull of Minto Wife of Sir Thomas Somerville, 1st Lord Somerville Mother of Sir William Somerville, 2nd Lord Somerville; Thomas Somverville of Racklay; Mary Somerville and Giles Somerville Sister of Sir William Stewart of Jedworth and Robert Stewart of Newtoun Half sister of Sir John Stewart, 1st Seigneur d’Aubigny and Sir William Stewart of Castlemilk Added by: Tom Caulley on May 21, 2008 Managed by: Henrik Nissen Sætness and 25 others Curated by:

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The Stewarts of Darnley were descended from Sir John Stewart of Bonkyll, the second son of Alexander Stewart, 4th High Steward of Scotland . Their name is derived from Derneley, a barony in Eastwood parish, Renfrewshire one & a half miles east of Barrhead, present day Darnley, within the city of Glasgow. In 1356, Robert Stewart, High Steward of Scotland granted the barony to Sir John Stewart.

Like the Royal Stewarts, the Stewarts of Darnley used both the Stuart and the Stewart spelling of their surname.

Ancestors

Alexander Stewart, 4th High Steward of Scotland John Stewart of Bonkyll (d.1298) Alan Stewart of Dreghorn (d.1333) Alexander Stewart of Darnley (d.1374) Alexander Stewart of Darnley (d.1404) John Stewart of Darnley (d.1429) Alan Stewart of Darnley (d.1439)

Stewart of Darnley was a notable Scots family, a branch of the Clan Stewart, who provided the English Stuart monarchs with their male-line Stuart descent, after the reunion of their branch with the royal Scottish branch, which led to the ultimate union of the two main kingdoms of Great Britain: England and Scotland.

In 1565 the House of Stewart of Darnley was re-united with the Royal House of Stewart when Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley married his first cousin, Mary, Queen of Scots, both being grandchildren of Margaret Tudor, daughter of King Henry VII of England, and hence both having claim to the English throne. The son of this union James VI of Scots succeeded to the throne of England as James I.

The later English Kings of the House of Stuart, from James I and Charles I onwards, were more properly members of the Stewart of Darnley branch, and all drew upon their feudal heritage in Lennox. source: Wikipedia

My Maternal 18th. Great Grandmother, Lady Janet Stewart, of Darnley Mary Queen of Scots is said to have nursed her sick husband, Henry Stuart, the Earl of Darnley, under this…

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What to expect from the 'Freedom Convoy' protest today

Trucks and demonstrators associated with the "Freedom Convoy" protest against public health measures meant to curb the spread of COVID-19 will remain in the capital for another day, though police say the size of the demonstration is starting to shrink.

Many heavy trucks and other vehicles remained parked on Wellington Street in front of Parliament Hill Monday, as MPs returned for Question Period, but Ottawa police chief Peter Sloly says several demonstrators who were in the city over the weekend have left.

"The situation of the demonstration has scaled down over the last 12 hours," Sloly said at a news conference Monday afternoon. "We want that trend to continue until this demonstration comes to a complete end. I cannot guarantee you that right now but I can guarantee that every effort at negotiation, coordination, de-escalation, has continued throughout the last four days and will continue until the complete end of this demonstration."

Organizers of the demonstration did not appear to have an itinerary for events on Tuesday.

Many downtown city services will remain closed because of the ongoing demonstration, including Ottawa City Hall and its underground parking garage, the Rink of Dreams, and the Ottawa Public Library's Main and Rideau branches and the COVID-19 vaccination clinic at the Minto Sports Complex at the University of Ottawa.

The city also says St. Luke’s Child Care Centre and Centre éducatif Pinocchio will remain closed; however, the Ottawa-Carleton District School Board says Centennial Public School, which was closed on Monday due to the protest, will be open Tuesday.

The Rideau Centre will also remain closed, marking a third full day of closures for the busy downtown shopping mall.

The city is warning of ongoing traffic impacts in the downtown core, but says services such as garbage collection and snow removal should not be affected.

As demonstrations continue, traffic and transit impacts remain significant in downtown #Ottawa and the surrounding area. Please avoid travel to this area, if possible. For more traffic updates visit our online interactive traffic map: https://t.co/yQy1eYQxCC pic.twitter.com/SOnMYZxZgZ

— City of Ottawa (@ottawacity) January 31, 2022

Sloly says "all options are on the table" when it comes to ending the demonstration and returning the city to a sense of normalcy. He also warned anyone engaging in criminal activity that they will be prosecuted, even if it isn't immediately.

“No matter where you live, no matter where your vehicle’s registered, if you’ve come here and committed a crime, if you have committed a hate crime, you will be investigated,” Sloly said. “We will look for you, we will charge you, if necessary we will arrest you, and we will pursue prosecutions against you."

The Ottawa Police Service says it will be setting up a dedicated hotline to report any criminal activity related to the demonstration. So far, 12 active investigations are underway into various allegations, including bribery, threats, assault and dangerous driving.  

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Source : Google photo of Prayagraj Kumbha Mela fair.

Synopsis : The home town has a special place in the heart of all who claim it as their own even if they do not live there anymore. My home town is also special to me after all these years although I now live in another country that has no resemblance to it in any possible way. I share with you what makes my home town so special that makes me nostalgic even today.

I always get a bit nostalgic when I think of my home town where I was born, raised and went to high school and later college. I believe that everybody has a special feeling for his or her home town because we all spent so much time there , played with our childhood playmates, went to school together and proudly attended college together. It is where all of our childhood and early memories were made and registered, never to be forgotten no matter where in the world we live now.

We knew all the different parts, all its landmarks, played in its parks and went shopping in various markets. It is where we bought our books and got our clothes made by our favorite tailors. It is where we knew where to buy our favorite snacks and where to look for the best bargain. But most of all we remember our home town for its unique character, aroma of its food and fruits, its festivals, its circus , its museums and its numerous charms.

Source : Google photo of the hospital in Prayag where I was born

Source : Google photo of Minto Park where I played as a child

Source : Google photo of the college I attended. Our campus is a beautiful one and has been made more so by plantings trees everywhere and now with numerous new buildings and departments.

Source : Google photo of the library of our college where I used to spend a lot of time.

But like everything else in life , I also notice the inevitable changes that have taken place since I left it so long ago. Change is the law of nature so my placid and sleepy hometown that I loved and reminisce on has undergone tremendous changes that are hard to believe. It now has a modern airport where jet planes land, wide boulevards illuminated by neon lights, numerous circular parks in cross sections where many statues of national heroes  are placed. There are elevated roadways, overpasses, 6 new bridges on the river, newly refurbished railway stations, new fancy malls, restaurants and 4 star hotels in large numbers. Soon it will have a new metro crisscrossing the city.

My home town is so old that it was mentioned in our scriptures that were written thousands of years ago. It was then known as Prayag where a great sage called Varadwaj rishi lived near the banks of the sacred river Ganga. Lord Ram stayed with him in his ashram for a while as well as Buddha and many such historic people but a thousand years ago Prayag was really not a city as it is now but full of trees and wild animals . Only a few people lived here then.

When Mughal Emperor Jalaluddin Mohamed Akbar came to visit Prayag, he decided to build a massive fort and laid the foundation of a city nearby that came to be known as Allahabad or the city of Gods in the 1600s. Only recently that name has been changed and the old name of PrayagRaj has been restored.

But the city grew slowly along the old Grand Trunk Road that runs through it and remained a poorly planned place with narrow irregular streets and blind alleys until the British came to rule India and laid out a grand city with strictly grid patterned wide roads and a huge central park where they with their ladies strolled in the evenings. This meticulous planning of the British has given the beautiful character that the city enjoys but even they will not recognize it now.

They built the railway bridge on the Yamuna river to bring the railway lines to the city and beyond, built the university that is still called the Oxford of the East, built a great church in 1871 that is a jewel of Gothic architecture and established numerous English schools that provide excellent education to all. They set up the High court, a grand public library that is another example of superb Gothic style, numerous other churches, a grand memorial for the Queen Victoria in the Alfred park , numerous colleges of higher learning, posh areas in the newly planned part of the city called the Civil Lines where they all lived in fabulous mansions of Indo European designs.

But mainly they built very large cantonment areas where they kept their troops and made the fort their main military outpost from where they controlled the state. The fort still remains a military fort today where it is difficult to visit but once I obtained a pass to do so to see many grand palaces of kings and queens and the pillar of Ashoka.

Source : Google photo of the old Railway bridge on Yamuna that I used to cross everyday to go to college on the other side.

  Source: Google photo of the old Railway bridge on Yamuna that was brought from England and assembled here long ago. It is a very busy bridge carrying railway traffic above and heavy vehicular traffic below. The river level is high during the rainy season.

Source : Google photo of the modern bridge that now graces the river while the old bridge is seen in the distant background.

Source : Google photo of Sangam meaning the confluence of two rivers Yamuna and Ganga in Prayagraj where the blue waters of Yamuna and whitish water of Ganga do not mix and where the Hindus take a dip to obtain Nirvana so it is a very Holy place.

Source : Google photo of Hindu pilgrims taking bath in Sangam in Prayagraj

My home town is famous for its Kumbha mela that is held here every 12th year when millions of pilgrims come here to bathe in the Sangam. It is the largest congregation of pilgrims in the world so Prayagraj sets up a huge temporary city to accommodate them.

Source : Google photo of Kumbha Mela in Prayagraj held every 12th year

The massive fort of Prayagraj is still a military outpost but some pilgrims are given access to its limited area where there is an underground temple. The dolphins used to play here just near the fort when I was a kid but they are now extinct due to poaching.

Source : Google photo of the massive fort in Prayagraj built by Emperor Akbar in 1600s

Source : Google photo of the mausoleum of Khusro in Khusro Bag who was the son of Emperor Jehangir. The park has several other mausoleums of Mughal royalty.

Source : Google photo of the interior of the mausoleum of Khusro in Prayagraj

Source : Google photo of the Church built by the British in 1871 in Prayagraj that is a classic example of finest Gothic design

Source : Google photo of the Public Library built by the British in Gothic style of the past century that has over 600000 books and documents.

Source : Google photo of the place where the statue of Queen Victoria used to be when I was a kid but now the name of the park has been changed to Shahid Chandra Shekhar Ajaad memorial park . The statue of Victoria now collects dust somewhere.

Source : Google photo of Chandra Shekhar Ajaad who died here fighting the British. My father heard the gun shots while going to his office that day.

Source : Google photo of the University of Prayagraj also known as the Oxford of the East was set up by the British as the second such university in India in the past century. It has produced many great leaders of India. On its gate reads the inscription Quot Rami Tot Arbores in Latin meaning as many trees as the branches.

Source : Google photo of the museum famous for its large collection of artifacts found in Kaushambi among many other objects.

My home town is no longer a small town but a large city with modern jet port, rail hub and a very busy business center as well as the education center of the entire state. There are medical colleges, agricultural universities, main university, printing technology college, Institute of technology, Institute of management, Sanskrit academy, head office of the board of high school and intermediate colleges and numerous other educational institutes that are too numerous to mention here.

My home town is known for many things but one thing that stands out is the food. The variety of food available will boggle your mind so I will give you just a few examples here to make you salivate.

Source : Google photo of famous food in Prayagraj

Source : Google photo of street food in Prayagraj where lassi tops the list.

One fruit that has made my home town famous for its sweetness and size is guava.

Source : Google photo of guava from Prayagraj that is very sweet and famous.

I wish I could include many more photos here showing the beauty of my home town so I will post a power point here that will show you all the rest .

My home town does not look the same and feel the same as it did so long ago because of many changes that have taken place since I left. The transformation continues at a breakneck speed the way all of India is changing. My childhood playmates are as old as I and some of them have died while others have moved to other parts of India. Many have sold their houses to relocate elsewhere. Our family home has also been sold and we the siblings have scattered to all parts of the country so there is nothing that ties me to my home town anymore. Although I have decided to live in a country far from my own and die here ,there is still this pang in my heart when I remember it the way I used to remember it.

A friend once said that we can all leave but never go back. How true!

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  My home town Source : Google photo of Prayagraj Kumbha Mela fair. Synopsis : The home town has a special place in the heart of all who claim it as their own even if they do not live there anymore.