My mother was suddenly beside me, nudging in front of me, my father too. We were all of us sandwiched between the idling bus and the gate’s metal bars, captivated by the familiarity in a stranger’s face.
Posted by Admin on Mar 29, 2013 in The Journey | 0 comments
My mother was suddenly beside me, nudging in front of me, my father too. We were all of us sandwiched between the idling bus and the gate’s metal bars, captivated by the familiarity in a stranger’s face.
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