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I always passed the doorway of "Mrs. Dooryani" (previously anonymous), with little notice to why it was always left open. I suppose most people would do the same, why bother? Today i decided to visit her. Not surprised to see the door partially open as expected. From it came a weird techno buz assured by the hiss of real TV static. It smelled like food, and leaves, and trees. I walked around her home to enjoy her neighborhood more. The walls constructed of dark grey brick, carried little window light, but sure enough that was compensated with open roof sky light and the imagination of flying clouds.

Around the corer I found a house with windows of cloth. "This neighborhood is special" was the moment's thought. These people aren't distracted. I prepared my camera to take photographs of the clothed covered window, i took one - reviewed - no it hadn't caught enough wind - waiting.. A girl passes by, she's wearing yellow, she looks at me, smiles, i just stare. She was so pretty. I hold the camera towards her - a raw reaction - yet i would only stare. she enters that home. While I overview my story of reasons and cause, if perhaps her parents come out and inquire about my photography. I decided to let go of my 'perfect' window shot.

I returned to the open door, what had brought me there in the beginning. The TV noise sounded close, I knocked softly - the TV noise turns off - i wait - nothing - the TV turns on again.

I knock again, a bit louder this time.

"who is it?" a voice asks from inside, it felt close.

"its me" i say, in a puzzled way that couldn't help but confuse myself any more.

as if she knew who i was;

"i'll be right there"

She looks at me Hellos exchanged.

"I knew a women who would sit here and gaze at the passerby's, i was wondering if you are her"

"yes"

"I love photography and i would love even more to take your picture sitting there, as you would. Will you let me?"

"let me get my scarf"

After a few shots i see her looking over my sholder, i turn around. There she is,

the yellow wearing girl next door.

"i want you to take my photograph also"

"could you stand by her?" I ask.

"no i do singles only"

"ofcourse, but would you mind standing by her for a few moments?"

- she nods, in agreement.

"should i sit down?"

"how ever you like"

a few good shots pass..

"i have to leave, i need to buy things. Will you take my singles now, by that evergreen?"

"yes i will"