The Last Meeting

The Last Meeting

He had first seen her long black hair and the way the sun turned it into  gold. She was drying  red chillies on the terrace and he flew over her, lower and then daringly still a bit lower. She looked up, and laughed at him, closing her ears to the roar of his plane.  Then the children rushed out into […]

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