The House

cloud covered sky. silence in the air. 2 sparrows communicating with each other. one sitting on a coconut tree. the other one on a barren tree. between them stood a lifeless wooden pole waiting to support the string which hangs washed clothes. the house has a deserted look today. her residents gone to another shore. the street lights falling on the veranda still reminds of some old lady’s young song, an old man’s withered face and the children’s idle prattle. it has been quite some time since someone drew irregular paintings on it’s wall. 2 score years long since. 2 score years since the riots.

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