Sunday, January 2, 2011

A Bombay Tale Continued (3)

The air was alive with the cawing of crows. Gossamer clouds dispersed and formed anew in the flawless lapis sky. The raucous voices of the crows were the neighbourhoods major music. Standing before Block Number Seven, a spacious sturdy old bungalow alike unto its neighbours and still enjoying like them a firm condition of existence, he watched the placid children at their play. The air was genteel without being ostentatious. Old gentlemen were in evidence.
..... to be continued ........

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