Now boarding the bus. Desi ? Beautiful fingers. Saphire in the middle finger. Long, slender fingers, clutching the ruffled black of the purse. No nail-polish. Khakhis and Navy-Blue T-shirt, sport shoes. Finely shaped jaw-bone, a look of determination. Hurriedly, yet neatly tied hair, a single knot, bundle of straight hair coming out, sideways.
Four birds fly in a distance, towards the mountains, passing the setting sun. Flying in a tapered N.
Alternating places, slowly retreating. Gliding, flapping now.
Ting. Her stop has come.
The birds are out of sight.
Hmm.
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