Monday 13 January 2014

Bus Terminal

Sometimes you can cross the boundaries of communication - conversations that are broken down into nods and smiles, appreciation for street-side omelettes, comparing of biceps. It's moments like these that make you wonder how it all went wrong. This Us and Them; this big, bad world? On this humid Keralan night, we have done away with language. We have fresh chai and head waggles. Humanity prevails.



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