Did someone cello tape this scene into an otherwise ordinary day?
3 pages of a night scene,
Marble mosque lit with thousands of dancing bulbs,
Water flowing from the mouth of sculpted bats into the fountain base,
Bright stars winking at the friends sitting on a cement bench,
A Pakistani and an Indian talking about life, food and lifestyle,
Forgetting that they were kilometers away,
From the blithe boundaries.

Friendship heeds no genesis,
As long as smile has no language,
It takes a foreign land and a foreign language,
To understand the crux of true friendship.

When it was time to depart,
They waved each other goodbye in a hope to see again,
Not in their own homelands, but in a foreign one.

– Emily Parker

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