Sunday, February 10, 2013

A Life Without You?

The mukri of the mosque next to my house shouts into the microphone everyday morning, calling the faithful to prayers. I see the tabela guy escorting his buffaloes to pasture, and I hear the paper guy delivering my morning paper at the door. Nothing much changes here.

This is the twentieth year of you and I.


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    1. Glad that you liked it Raji. Was confused on howto best present this thought :)