Shasha- That reminds me i wanted to come by the nursery. Ma wanted yellow yellow roses for our garden.
Hail- Yellow roses? I love yellow roses.
Rooh- so do i but my father keeps the pot on the roof and monkey eat all the roses. They destroyed the the bushes last summer so
i am not getting them again just to see them destroyed once again this year too.
Hail- keep them on your porch then.
Rooh- i cant. Ma needs space for her art work. she mostly do her art in the sun. Says this opens her mind.
Hail- How about the windows of your room?
Room- My room? its a total mess. They cant blossom there.
Shasha- You can clean it up rooh.
Rooh Yeah you are right. hmm maybe next year then.
(Banu nursery. Shasha is talking to Banu and Hail is wandering around the front fence door, looking aimelessly at the
small bushes opposite to uncemented road, old rock houses and stray aninmal passing by. The cemetary at the end