One by one Rimi collected the plastic bottles and placed them in the cart. She loved coming to this side of the bridge. The discards of tourists often contained broken but beautiful things. Once she had found a diary too, with colourful pictures in-between.
Fondling a pen in her hand, Rimi thought of all the wonderful things she would write in her diary. If only someone could teach her how to!
“That won’t fetch you any money”, her mom shouted from the other end, “throw it”.
She sighed and let the pen slip out of her hand, like her dreams.