interrupting lunch

When we were together, we mostly played with words and tried to laugh away our best opportunities to see each other clearly ... Whenever there is the least sign of the nest becoming a jealous rival of the sky, my mind, like a migrant bird, tries to take ... flight to a distant shore
Rabindranath Tagore, to Victoria Ocampo

But I had already seen Sonagachi, walked right up and down the House of Love, chatted up the pimp, interrupted lunch, seen how the crowds flowed around the girls in the evenings, little girls who stood out like islands in the traffic of people and cycle rickshaws and vegetable sellers and men and the street.

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