
A Tonal Mood In Black And White Many many years since then I've been standing by the window thinking of you with a lighted cigarette in my left hand, poised for the first blissful smoke, I am thinking of you and see before my eye you somewhere far away walking to the farthest stretch of the cold alley-way to buy a fag in my name. Standing in that god-forsaken lane, I can see you bend your head, guarding carefully the match-light with your hand, a drop of light on your darkest night. Sushama Karnik Image credit: Tanya Dimitrova Originally shared by Tanya Dimitrova