Riverside stories

A grandmother is an egg-head without grandfather.He is now full of air.She sits on the river bank with a stainless steel bowl waiting to collect a few glistenings so her stomach will have a glistening at the bottom of a night.

She is mere stranger on this side of the river.On the other side is a shirtless girl waiting for her morsel.She is blameless girl slightly away from  boat from which a finger is pointing anonymously .She is not the one finger is pointing.She is waiting for morsel this side of the river.She is just a stranger but not in my old photo album.

Egg-head is waiting for a glistening coin in her steel bowl.She is a mere stranger.She has nobody to tell stories to.

On either side of the river we have stories but nobody to tell it to.

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