Through the fog he sees a face
Two dimensional, incomplete
And his imagination fills in the rest of the sketch
The wind picks up and blows the picture away
He looks for it everywhere desperately seeking the image
Until one day he sees her holding this worn tattered piece of paper
Looking closely at it, smiling, shaking her head
And he hears her speak for the very first time
"The woman has attitude, she has a mind, a history, a philosophy
And a completely distorted sense of reality" he says
She says, ”That’s me. And that’s my picture,” as she walks away
~ Sonali.
She says, ”That’s me. And that’s my picture,” as she walks away
~ Sonali.

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