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 from drivers turning on the right ahead. Saturday morning breakfasters & shoppers usually promised something better. Greybeard, tired eyes. Still, with his hello could be added the flourish that was the standard of the other regular on the corner before, 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 going onward to Muthu, taking care, in order it wasn’t read in the wrong way by the shopkeeper on the corner and the others opposite.
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