My visits to the temple at Outram always led me to see the uncle at the entrance. He’d sit in different spots within the entrance, always with his newspaper. For three weeks, I kept returning, waiting for the right moment. Finally, the familiar sight became something quietly unforgettable.
My visits to the temple at Outram always led me to see the uncle at the entrance. He’d sit in different spots within the entrance, always with his newspaper. For three weeks, I kept returning, waiting for the right moment. Finally, the familiar sight became something quietly unforgettable.