The night looms large and under its cover, souls stir, contrive and conspire...then comes ARUNIMA-the glow of dawn
Friday, September 16, 2005
By the bus stop
She is the daughter of the cobbler, who sits by the Bus Stop near the Hostel. We became friends and I used to let her hold my hand as I waited for the bus. I couldn’t capture her dimples and the wonderful smile. Now, I don't go there anymore. Planning to frame it and gift it to her dad. He had asked me if he could see it.