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Every single strand and concealed sliver of vibrant, pigment-rich hair exuded a ruthless monopoly of white colors. Yet, each strand was meticulously in place due to the morning ritual involving combing and hair gel. Despite the unwanted onslaught of time's passage, the former Detective sat confidently before me. His tale unfolded, recounting one of the most horrific and repulsive stories my ears had ever witnessed.
Being a Christian comes with its challenges, akin to attempting to bite down on a diamond with cavity-filled teeth. Submitting to God's purpose requires obedience, like an exposed dog's belly, which can be intimidating. I'm not here to spark religious debate but to share my coping mechanisms. If only it were as simple as pressing an easy button like in Staples, I would have pressed it repeatedly, but the journey isn't that effortless. So, I decided to make my walk easier by eliminating the things that make it difficult. I coined them as “contemporary plagues,” and here they are:
Intriguing and heartbreaking, this account draws inspiration from true experiences within the Malayalee community, shedding light on the changing attitudes towards divorce. Historically considered rare, divorce rates have recently surged, shattering preconceived notions.
Recently, I've enjoyed the silence and the peace of mind that solitude brings. The silence is artificial, a placeholder for the moment.
While working in Flushing, I noticed a group of men waiting at Prince Street and Roosevelt Avenue.
I enjoy near evening sunlight; something about it warms your body.
These two shots were taken on 72 Street, facing Amsterdam Avenue.
-Vino
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I am very nostalgic, primarily for nostalgia that illicit good. I gravitate toward what’s pure and innocent, but that’s rare nowadays and far apart. 
This was taken at Kissena Park, located in Flushing, New York. Flushing is a known Asian enclave in Queens.
It was my break, so I entered the park with the camera looking around, and an elderly Asian man waved me over to the bench. He smiled, and we briefly chatted. In summary, he loved Flushing and only lived two blocks away from the park -this place was his solace.
It was funny because a few minutes later, after exchanging our pleasantries and goodbyes, I encountered a homeless man who said “I was gay.” They say to keep your head on a bobble in NY, and then when you do, such proclamations are made.
The jovial, elderly man above is a man that walks around my town -and does so consistently. There’s a spirit about him that makes one happy when they see him -I get happy. As a joke, he proclaimed that he was the mayor of the town and the other thing he claims is his happiness. I’ve never seen him down.
Whether sitting in the park or walking on a sidewalk, I am in charge of my happiness, no one else. Someone saw how happy I was and even called me gay.
-Vino
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I saw the following interaction on one flower inside my Dad’s garden. It’s started off with a single bee/hornet? enjoying a flower.
I have been a member of the LA Fitness Gym in New Hyde Park (LAFNHP) for the past four years. I was shocked to hear about a shooting at the gym.
On August 1, 2022, at 9:06 pm, two LAFNHP members argued and fought on the basketball court. One of the two members pulled out a gun.