tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11567635.post-1554203332167528232008-03-07T13:56:00.000-08:002008-03-07T13:58:36.893-08:00I strolled around taking pictures<br />with shaky restless fingers<br />trying to smother this new sight<br />with the crisp memories &amp; old delight<br />when a man came by with a hop<br />from the nearby tea shop<br />bursting eagerly with questions<br />about possible transactions<br /><br />“Do you work for the paper?”<br />“Will you buy this house?”<br />I spoke your name in reply<br />part question, part answer<br />he pondered and frowned<br />making the right sound<br />but he’d not heard of you<br />your name he never knewArpana Sanjayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11105327830137369428noreply@blogger.com