I was trying to think of something to say to her. Fumbling for a light at the same time. Round and round my room in half-hearted irritation. Then I found myself near the window. And as I looked up with a dangling cigarette (now lit), my world changed a little.
I look at skies a lot (see: bombay blue). It somehow makes you feel insignificant. In a nice, pleasing sort of a way.
Photos by Phish. October sky, Calcutta.
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