Strangers

She was a blameless girl of the river away from the boat ,with a passenger pointing something some distance.It was not she who finger was pointing.

The strange girl had no shirt on her. She has been a stranger until today but she is a familiar figure in my vintage photo album.

There was another strange woman who squatted on river’s other side ,white -clothed and window- eyed and like a vintage grandma had been, an egg-head.

The girl and the woman both sides are strangers to me and each other but river in my album was their context what made them strangely familiar.