14th Feb, 2017.
Its just another grimy sunny afternoon. A connecting narrow walkway to Kurla railway station is looking so plethoric with informal wheels and rushy race to catch train on time. In the midst of so many overblown faces, she is the girl, sauntering with her eyes facing down and a smile on her lips one can die for. In that wine red long satin ball skirt with a bow belt on her waist and a full sleeve abigail white top and a pair of block heels, holding a fresh flower(red roses) bouquet in one hand. Typical undone messy hair, inexpensive simple makeup and delightful big eyes, it seems nothing has changed in these years.
…….to be continued.