A sunny month indeed it was, at the beginning of the year, sturdy footsteps would leave dust midair for ages.The afternoon savior- breeze that cooled lustrous foreheads,and vitreous shaven heads, also left the gallery brimming with dust.So I bought a broom,only to turn it into a murder weapon!
"Perhaps, I would sweep the porch clean once in a while,"so I thought innocently.
One night, I gazed at a baby gecko on my bathroom floor...