Kunal has a nice short story. [Hat tip: Someone]
At the traffic junction one day, like always I was drinking in the variety of people around me. Then I noticed her – in a white dress on her scooty waiting for the signal – staring in my direction, no not in my direction, but staring at me and foot long plaster-of-paris cast. She noticed that I noticed, and her sympathetic glance averted mine, but there were traces of a smile about to appear on her lips.
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