Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Livinghigh was here at 11:30 AM /

A treasure

I saw a little girl in the bus this morning. She couldn't have been more than three years old. She was dressed in this bright red blouse-lehenga thing that South Indians wear, fringed with gold work that danced in the sun, and she had these two pigtails on either side of her head that looked so completely quirky.

She was playing with her dad in the bus. Jumping up and down on the seat, punching him, pinching his cheeks, pressing her cheeks to his, pulling his nose, gurgling with laughter, screaming out to people below on the roads, kissing her dad's nose, fisting his cheeks and then kissing them again.

And then she fell asleep in his arms. I saw him gather her up and leave the bus at a stop before mine, and I resolved to mention her in my blog.


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