Its Saturday night.bright Moonlight,and the stars full the sky.
there are a few houses in the village that still have the lamp burning.from your window you can see a couple of drunk men singing Indian songs staggering on their on their way home,or may to the nearest Rum shop that is still open,you smile as they almost fall in the trench.
Your parent tells you to go to bed as they turn the lamp out.
There will be a wedding in the Village tomorrow
,but what is a wedding in our village without the Jukebox blasting, late into Saturday night.
As you lay in bed and listen to the Indian Music in the distance,it will be a good sleep
Awaken by rain drops falling on the zinc top roof of you house,you Hug your Bed Sheet, grateful that there is no School today.
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