On the last corner the morning of departure, one of the older Tamils in a fine batik shirt leaning against a car in front of a vacant space. Waiting out custom there from drivers turning on the right before him. Saturday morning breakfasters & shoppers usually promised good trade. A greybeard with tired, bleary eyes. Still, his hello was offered and the flourish could be added that was the standard of the other chap on the opposite corner, who happened to be absent here. Have a good day for you. Kinda made you wanna cry, though it was only a shake of the head given going on to Muthu, taking care it wasn’t read in the wrong way by the shopkeeper and the others opposite.
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