K. Seetaramajah

My newly found friend was waiting for me as we had agreed the other day. He liked his photograph and we had a brief but heartfelt conversation.
He often goes to Forbury Gardens and sits on the same bench on top of the hill where he can be alone with his thoughts.
He was telling me about the size of India where he'd be returning in November, the type of chili growing on his farm, his family back home and the daughter he was currently visiting and who was a software engineer.
His eyes were lit with passion and love.