And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
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Nikon FM10, 35-70mm
Kodak 200 ISO
2002, In my house in Bombay, India
