Her Door…

The cloudy dusty air glows in the dusk sunlight as I glance down the crowded, bussling dirt road. Beautiful and intricately hand carved furniture lines the street. A painting of the past. The artisans and sellers watch upon our arrival as we get out of the crowded jeep. I feel their rich dark stares upon me, and catch someone’s eye. I quickly look away with my head low. There are no other women in sight. My heart beats fast as we are guided down a winding path of narrow alleyways of beat up doors, paint peeling off the stone walls, pollution wreaking in the gullies and flies buzzing by my head; all the while, peering away from the staring eyes, the pointing and the laughing under their breath. Ducking under electrical wires decorating the unlit alley way, we stay close together, holding on to eachother’s scarves. Then we reach her door….

(http://flickr.com/photos/elangs/554317)

 

To Be Continued…

~ by walkaroundtheworld on June 17, 2008.