Disha sat on the broad window ledge of the drawing room of her 6th storey house in Powai, a posh and well-developed suburb of Mumbai. She could clearly see the yellow-stone buildings all around hers, the low hills surrounding them, the trees in clusters, broad-leafed ones and feathery-leafed ones; the huge boulders at the base of the hills and the small urchins playing in the rubble. It had just stopped raining. She wished that she could see a rainbow. The sun was shining brightly at 4 in the afternoon. She was embroidering a cushion cover for her settee.
Thursday, 10 April 2014
The Successor
Disha sat on the broad window ledge of the drawing room of her 6th storey house in Powai, a posh and well-developed suburb of Mumbai. She could clearly see the yellow-stone buildings all around hers, the low hills surrounding them, the trees in clusters, broad-leafed ones and feathery-leafed ones; the huge boulders at the base of the hills and the small urchins playing in the rubble. It had just stopped raining. She wished that she could see a rainbow. The sun was shining brightly at 4 in the afternoon. She was embroidering a cushion cover for her settee.
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