if i were to tell you a story now, it would be about the old man sitting next to me on the bus. he was holding a tamil newspaper, wearing a veshti with a crisp white shirt and talking to his daughter on the phone. if i were to have eavesdropped, i would've heard him talk about paying college fees. if i would have paid attention, i would've seen that he looked worried while talking to her. if i could read tamil, i would've known that he was looking for a job. 

instead, i sat next to the window with my earphones plugged into my own ears, reading the story of anansi the spider and bird. 

1 comment:

The Darkling Thrush said...

why'd you shorten it?
the long version was also nice.

but this one's better.

but still.