12 February 2008

You were visibly happy today.

We visited the stage where your parents once sang. I was fascinated with the flickering yellow light bulbs but was even more excited to learn that your sister too was once a performer. You said you hid behind the stage whenever she sang. That was a reply to my question about your performing experience.

Tablets of Chinese horoscopes lined the aisles of the temple. Both our signs, the Rat and the Ox, said it was a good time for marriage. As I pointed that out to you, your face turned a little red, flushed, or perhaps, it was the glow emanating from the red lanterns hung like a million stars above our heads that was on your face. You smiled.

You took your last cigarette before we got into the car, where I took the last two shots, Number 25 and Number 26 and you said, "Can I listen to Max Ritcher?"

12 o'clock. And I wonder how this dawn would be like for the both of us.



D woke up at 2/12/2008 12:23:00 AM [comment]

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