"As if they had bequeathed a part of those packet contents to the sky, but with a discoloration."
They are two among the thousands who sell, the much beloved of all 'Mittais'.
Taking a few minutes off the mundane walkways, they could be discussing the strategies of effective selling.
On a bright noon which hardly witnesses children, these two will have to wait until evening.
No cubicles to sit in. For a few, the natural scene drives the clock faster.
they look like they possess pink wings and ready to take on the ocean
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