the evening ripens
with the sirens of creaking buses
the dim tungstens hanging over carts
skewers alight together
giving birth to one gorgeous aroma
the locale is painted

elsewhere brick walls are touched
by skimming fingers of children
returning from cycle rides and errands
the ice-cream maker, the woman selling dried berries
even the rickety coconut cart puller
all smile at you and your camera

you capture them as light and darkness
the tones which shape them lend depth
the hum of the ambience though
is a detail you preserve for daydreams


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