there is a cafe i go to often. to hide out. to dive into a book. to work. or simply gaze. this friday morning, i finally noticed the straw canopy heaped on the side of the road. i went to have a peek and saw empty drums of nothing. maybe tomorrow there’ll be something else. i’ll let you know.
how dare i ask what tomorrow is upto. or what his plans are.
who knows what it may end up doing.
monsieur tomorrow, i guess let’s just be strangers after all.
(the english translation of the hindi in image 2 above)
ekta saran is a dreamer, obsessive chai drinker and a street photographer who loves telling a good story. you can find her at ektasaran.com