A small bridge of friendship

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He was my neighbour on one of the evenings at the Jama Masjid. He took a shine to my camera. And then had a eureka moment. How about if I took some pictures of his? I did. He shared his number and we sent them to him the next day. He and his friends and we became friends in a silent sort of way, exchanging nods and smiles every now and then. A small bridge of friendship had been formed.

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