I sip tea and read the anti-smoking poster on the wall. The mid day sun burns bright on a blue sky. People stride on the asphalt, going about their business.
“So Kuddus, I heard you’re writing an autobiography?”
The young tea seller looks at me and smiles, “Elegy for sea of life.”
A breeze brushes by. I watch a woman clad in a sari colored like spring standing in the intersection. She suddenly looks at me. I avert my eyes.
Evening finds me sitting in an overcrowded bus stuck in a jam. A small kid runs by with pinwheels. I decide to walk.
Photo taken from here.