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  . 


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