Without a care
I was just coming out of a restaurant at Cuffe Parade. Outside a paan shop, near the railing, a girl was standing alone, smoking in quite a style, without a care in the world. I instantly liked her. She seemed to be making a statement. That I am free, independent. I can decide for myself, choose for myself. That I shall have what I want and refuse what I don't like. I wished I could take a photo of her. But, alas, that was not possible. Her image remained with me in my mind. There is something about a smoking girl, I thought.
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