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July 30, 2005
It's the small things that make me love it
An old man rearranging the folds of his sarong, the daily game of karom on the corner of the the never ending building site, two girls in pristine white school uniforms - their long black hair in two plaits tied with red ribbons at the bottom - hand in hand on their way to school, the ‘mangoor’ of the street side key cutting booth scratching his crotch as he swigs from a king coconut, that same beggar looking up at the sky with an unusually content look on his face for someone who has woken up on the side of a road, the arm-around-arm young boys with their high pants calling out ‘hello lady’ in well practiced unison, three police swinging their ready-to-rumble batons by their side as they stand idle at a checkpoint, a female soldier peeking out from inside a green bunker - her AK-47 in one hand, waving with the other, a blur of colour as a silk-sareed lady darts inbetween the morning traffic, the betel nut seller with a dripping red smile - a basket atop his head filled with the bananna-leaf wrapped packets of ‘village lollies’, the fish seller pedalling his bike up and down the street calling out ‘malu!’ until he gets a bite….
Posted by catherine at July 30, 2005 8:59 AM
Comments
hello my beautiful sis!
you forgot the cute couples that canoodle beneath their umberellas and the policemen who yell at them for touching!! cant wait for you to be home.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Posted by: sarah at August 5, 2005 7:12 AM