Friday, July 9


The day started rainy, muddy, wrapped up in laziness, asking for hot tea. By the time it was noon, the sun was pouring in and the buses were dry and empty; the heat had become scorching. And when the turn came for late afternoon, once again the clouds had canopied the sky from rim to rim, and after a blast of ten minutes of heavy rain, once again all was rainy, muddy, and asking for a long walk where I can soil my trousers, make them frayed with all hues of dirt, count the number of needle like rain drops still left in the breeze entering my hair, touching my face, wanting to know me.



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