Evening at Elliots Beach

Ting ting ting goes the almost constant sound of a frying pan of the chips vendor who hammers on with his spoon.
I see a couple kissing oblivious to the people who walk around them
The sound of kolattam and humm and horns of the bikes and cars
“ if he himself called it must be the truth”
I saw an old woman bent wiping her ass with grass.
Blue lights go up and comes down
“ if lot of people come and go its problem”
CLANG is the sound of an one rupee coin as it hits an old begger woman’s pot.
Ding Ding a Ding Ding sound the bell of the sonpappadi seller
Dog squealed eeeowe four dogs making out, two black, one brown, one black brown.
The balloons tied to a stick act as if they want to fly away.
A jolly family walked by, laughing, joking.
Man and women walk towards water, hands around their shoulders
Two people coughed one after another. Hatchuuu
“can’t see like that” appadi parka mudiathu’
wind says oooooo in my ears
eeeaoook eeeaoook is the sound from balloons and a balloon seller tweaks them
“ rendu per pinnadi varanum konjam kuda”
“ ithu valikathu” “ yanaiya kooda savadichidalam”
Girl in pink is having ice cream with her friends. Ice cream is cream colored.
“ its nothing” beach is full of white lights, only two yellow lights.
A small rat ran around my leg and disappeared in a hole near the little wall.
“ sapidala kelu” , the shadows in the sand are innumerable lot like the sand here.
Paper running towards me. Bells are ringing.
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