21 January 2012

In the shadows of a Tea Factory

Amidst the aroma of processed tea . Through the heavy air , where rays of the sun draw patterns .
Where the haunting chatter of thousands of lechchamis of the past , and the echoes of  authoritative foot steps of the colonial boots fill the empty space.
There are shadows that hide in the corners, and grow long when you are not looking , as they have always.

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