#carptes for house

[maheshexportsblog]

How to choose the Best Carpet Manufacturer in India.

Choosing the best carpet manufacturers in India can be a daunting task, especially with so many options to choose from. However, with a little research and knowledge, you can find the perfect carpet manufacturer that will meet your specific needs and requirements. In this article, we'll discuss some important factors to consider when choosing the best carpet manufacturer.

1. Quality of products

The quality of the carpets produced by a manufacturer is an important factor to consider. A good manufacturer should use high-quality materials and employ skilled craftsmen to produce carpets that are durable, long-lasting, and aesthetically pleasing. 

2. Variety of designs

Different carpet manufacturers specialize in different types of carpets. Some may specialize in traditional Indian designs, while others may produce contemporary designs. It's important to choose a manufacturer that offers a variety of designs to choose from. This way, you can find a carpet that perfectly matches your style and décor.

3. Customer reviews

Reading customer reviews is an excellent way to decide the quality of a manufacturer's products and services. Look for a manufacturer that has positive reviews from past customers. This can give you an idea of their reliability, professionalism, and overall customer satisfaction.

4. Customization options

If you're looking for a carpet that's tailored to your specific needs and requirements, it's important to choose a manufacturer that offers customization options. This way, you can create a unique carpet that perfectly matches your style and taste.

5. Cost

Cost is always an important factor to consider when choosing a carpets for house. While it's important to find a manufacturer that offers competitive prices. There are many carpet suppliers in India which provide you the budget-friendly carpets.

By choosing Mahesh Exports as your carpet manufacturer, you can be assured of receiving high-quality products, excellent customer service, and competitive pricing. The company has a strong reputation in the industry and has received positive reviews from past customers.

[crmsnmth]

Black (Part One)

(It is extremely rare for to put a trigger warning on my work. In fact, I don't think I've ever put a trigger warning here, other than the blanket one I have in my pinned post. But I feel that I need one with this one. The following poem contains extremely dark themes, violence, murder, and suicide in some what graphic detail. This poem is fiction, and that is just that. It does not reflect with how I feel or how I have ever felt. This is just a story and nothing more. It isn't based on anything that's happened in my life, it's just a graphic fictional story. There is no hidden meaning, no subtext or anything at all. Please, proceed with caution.)

Back lit by lighting strikes and pouring rain I stand on the sidewalk outside a three bedroom house Her truck left only a few minutes ago And his roommates are all doing who the fuck cares I never needed to learn anything except their schedules They aren't part of the plan And the weight is carried in my belt behind me It's cold steel fingers press into my skin

I watch lights turn on and see him through the windows Building courage to do what I need to do I make my way to the back door with the square window And I wait I wait for thunder to crash to camouflage the sound and when it does I take my leather gloved hand shattering the window into pieces There's no alarm paid for here Not for a college student's broke stereotype

The house is cool as I enter like it's my own Thunder rumbles and shakes the walls There is no light on in this kitchen Other then the green digits on the oven's face Somewhere deeper in I can hear water running And the basslines of some obscure punk band I know where he is I know what he's done There is no forgiveness left in me I gave all that upon the prize that he had stolen

I find the empty quiet living room And I find a chair to sit rearranging furniture so I can watch him and so he can burn my face into his short term memory It's all he has that matters

I sit in the dark Showing only the burning ember of my cigarette the same one's he forced her to quit

the hiss of water is silenced and I'm almost giddy with anticipation I feel the black cold metal in my hands Sliding it and removing any chance of safety He'll smell the smoke before he comes to see but just like the cat, he'll follow his curiosity

I finish the pall mall and toss it onto the carpte I doesn't matter to me if this place burns to the ground Neither of us will even feel the flames So in the end it doesn't really matter

The bathroom door clicks as it opens I know that door sticks from the steam I hear his footsteps in the hall, edging closer and closer And I grin and point and click as he flicks the light on His face is instantly afraid as I introduce myself for the very first time And also the last time I motion with the barrel "Sit down. We need to talk."

He takes his place across from me, hair still wet and warm He's visibly shaking and I guess I can't blame him I would be too with a psychopath in the room I offer him a cigarette and he shakes his head "I think you should." I toss the pack to him The one on the carpet still smolders

"Who are you?" He finally spits out with trembling words I laugh and laugh and laugh I don't answer right away, letting him drown in his confusion I relish in the smell of his ozone fear "You know exactly who I am."

He shakes his head violenlty hard enough that his stupid turtle shell glasses fall to the floor He makes no effort to get them "No, I don't. What do you want?" Tears start to slide down his flushed cheeks

"You took something from me The only fucking thing I've ever cared about. You know exactly who the fuck I am." His eyes scan the room, but there is no escape there's no trick, the barrel stays on him the whole time Suddenly, a moment of clarity washes over his face "Your…" I cut him off by cocking the metal slide

[itsjustrad]

I feel like my perpetual mood is

Me drinking a large iced coffee in a suit, navy with a pattern, no shirt underneath. Auborn dress shoes, no socks either. Circle sunglasses, on, it’s 2:17 pm. I’m sitting in a bean bag chair but still looking sophistoicated, the room is small, carpted. Wooden walls. Everything is a carmel brown the floor is lighter than the walls, more of a golden brown. There is a single light in the room and it’s a reading lamp, an old one just slightly off from being directly over my head. Allie X’s Cassanova is on full blast in a house across the street. The door is open but the screen door isn’t.

[seher-zeeshan-blog]

SEHER WILL ORDER MEZAN BANK HER EVERY DESIRED HOUSE PRODUCT FURNITURE TO ELECTRONICS TO KITCHENWARE TO BATHEWRE TO WALLPARE TO ROOMWARE TO BRICKS TO CEMENT TO ROCK TO MACHINES TO BEDSHEETS TO CARPTS TO PILLOWS TO CURTAINS TO WINDOWS TO TILES TO DECORATION PIECES TO BLANKETS TO RAZAI TO MATTE  PAINTS TO SWINGS ALL CONTRACTOR DESIGNER COMPANY WILL USE IN SEHER AND AFZAL 8 KANAL HOUSE WHOM ZEESHAN WILL BUY THEM ON THERE WEDDING THEY HAVE TO HAVE LIVE IN IT