Friday, April 2, 2010

The White Tiger

The next day I went to the bank - the one that had a wall made of glass. I saw myself reflected in the glass panes - all in khaki. I walked back and forth in front of the bank a dozen times, just gaping at myself.
If only they had given me a silver whistle, I would have been in paradise!
Kishan came once a month to see me.

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