Of tea and other things

These above are backsides of four shops surrounding the place where we have tea. The mosquitoes invade our abode in hordes at 1800hrs. Like an army. On time. So we packup and leave for the tea and respite. There is some kind of involvement with all the strangers who come and go at this spot. Feels like you are part of something. Come morning we head here again, to join the world, as if. There are other like us who appear here, and so by virtue of the common placement, we smile at each other. There are those who come to not be lonley. Other, slow moving, pass through, this being on their paths. People hardly talk. There aint much to say.