The very early flight morning flight was already an hour late, grumpy faces in the crowded transit bus on a circuitous route leading to the plane parked at some far corner of the tarmac, but does the lill chile know this? The seventeen month old gabbles and laughs and prattles and smiles and laughs some more, the people around hide a smile and the day is brighter. Thank you, kid, have a good life.
So many yellow-greens in the just wet field by the whitewashed wall.
When a plane flies into clouds the rain streaks the windows sideways.
Too shocked abt N, but I can understand her choices. Or no choice. The fight has gone out of her.
Happens. Singlehood is tough to laugh away in closed gossip-rich Ahmedabad. But is that good reason to say ok to the first chap who comes along?