Gwen Falls

She was stunning.
The warm summer sunlight light  fell on her sparkling nose ring as she placed a yellow marigold flower in her long black braid.Her Kajal lined eyes sparkeled as she paid the flower seller,she uttered a kind word,folded her hands and touched her forehead.She was the eye catcher of the market that day.
I had to speak to her.
I needed to know her name.
The sun went down and the sky blushed purple.
She placed her packet of flowers in her cycle basket and rode always.
And that was the last sight I had of the Indian girl who said namaste.