She waited for him at the bus stop. The bus 617 came. He was sitting near a window reading a newspaper. He looked like the film star she adored. He was always there reading the newspaper.
He worked non stop for the whole day and was tired when he came back to the one-room flat in the dilapidated housing colony of the city. A brown grimy dog sniffed the colony.
I glided above the forest, with the sun playing hide and seek behind the clouds. The thin line of river was looking like a glistening serpent finding its way to the sea.