A little girl prances around while others play games and turn jokers .They gawk, they chat old times and watch kids blow balloons. They are waiting for dinner . Their own balloons were getting bigger .
Little Adhya had turned one year of age.
The morning after:
The morning is grey. Early , I could only think of star pointings on a prior night .Their milk spilled on skyways. Yesterday it was a banyan that made us less sad. That was morning.
In the evening we heard somebody in a far off town had crossed the road. He was crossing the river of death .