28 March 2008

Went to the Market

I bought a wing in a flea market, They asked me to get a pair. So, I searched and searched. Too big Too small Too fluffy. Not same. And then I asked the Gods for an angel, they asked me to get some wings! A little girl sat on the pavement smiling at me, told me: "I'll search." Was I thinking too loud for this globe? So, we searched and searched. Too thin Too short Too long. Not found. I want a wing. She was Chinese. I was Indian. Not like it mattered! She crouched on the floor. I have a pair. We have some. The one who owns or one who makes: all angels with origami wings, bought in a flea market.

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