Thursday, 18 June
In the shadowy light of a Moroccan riad, I wonder. Locked out of my room, I sit in the grandiose lobby of sorts, three floors of tiled walls and pillars towering above me. In old-style Moroccan homes, the rooms’ windows all face the center, looking over the inner courtyard. If they wanted to, every person in this house could be staring down at me right now.
I wonder what they’d see.
4 comments:
I am waiting to hear about the present. Thank you for the glimpses of the first week, but lets hear about Tangier!
is this the former asylum?
Hi Shruti-what's happening with blog!!? Come on get going-eager to hear from you
Hi Shru: Enge pudiya blog onnum kaanaam? Romba delay pannade-ellam marundhu poyidum! Sherri, apparama pesharen. Oh! netiki naan cricket matchile 4 wicket edathen-naangal jayichom.
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