Squeezing out every bit of life

9th September 2009

I guess I am over denial and have accepted the fact that I am no longer a Delhite but a Mumbaikar. I realised while writing the description of this image as the fly on the door my parent's house. Till now I used to say my house

This is either a house fly that has died after being squeezed between the door and the door frame and turned green or some other insect that was green to begin with. I have no idea, do you?