Shot in the old town of Bhaktapur, Nepal.
The was a door framed by the wooden fence. And a girl was standing at it and looking inside the fence. An umbrella was in her hand. She seemed to be waiting for someone coming.
She kept watching without moving. After the example of her, I stopped and started to wait. Yet the person whom she waited for was a long time coming. Because I was not long-suffering like her, I started to ramble along again.