Its past seven. I get off the tampoo at Koteshwor.I hurry to get on a bus home amidst the usual bustlings of street market, people hurrying to and fro, and vehicles running around like wild animals set free. bUT then I see light fall in fragments on this woman standing on the other side of the cart

fragmenting her.

Something else looks on amidst embellishments.  Maybe nakedness needs no embellishments.

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