He sits far far away, among the misty hills, where the spring has melted the snow , and here I am, near the sea, with the full of force of summer sun shining onto me with all its glory. And in love we are, and the distance is of no matter, for it goes as deep as my sea and as high as his mountains, and in love we are. Through all the silences, we seek each other and in the darkness of the night, we feel the light of each other. the distance between us no longer means anything, for we are in love..
She pushed the wild purple flower, trying hard not to break it from it stalk. The bag of vegetables and papayas stood slumped on the ground. Beneath the bush, there was no telling where the ground sloped towards the playground. Her feet were firmly set on the ground, and she parted the bush aside, and craned. Any time now, she thought, the little iron bell would be rung by the ayah and the kids would come milling out. How would she spot her girl, she wondered. But another intuition suggested that she wouldn’t have a hard time spotting her. The first intuition was what drove her to the edge of the road, sneaking behind wild bushes, peering into the school grounds, on her way back home from the market. Today, she thought, she would see her little one in another world. The bell rung for the morning break. Ayahs in sari and cardigans instead of blouses walked around the ground as kids tottered out. 4 to 10 year olds, in maroon sweaters, and blue skirts and pant, bumping into each other...
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