Set to this song.
Compiled from a collection of photographs over a period.
By Ashish Seth
Walked down Bramalea street, kept my phone out of the rain, followed the trail of coffee cups, a plaza in the distance. Saw a dead bird on the curb covered by a McDonalds brown bag, reached Brampton hospital instead, went inside and started following signs, saw a man in a stretcher with his head cracked, bleeding, kept asking his brother to check his phone for emails. Finally got to the main entrance and had a double double with some grapes and waited for my father’s Honda Accord.