A mushroom pizza.
French fries dipped in tomato sauce.
Silver poured in from the sky to the river.
It rained.The clouds rumbled.And the river went by.
The greens on the ghat swayed in the breeze.
As you like it.Five scoops of your choice.
And two paper umbrellas.A green one.And one pink.
Tiny.Delicate.That opened and closed like Real Umbrellas.
That would not save you when it rained.
Took them home.
How long could you keep a paper umbrella you loved?