Aswin should have stayed with Nell, his first love and an Australian Aborigine.
The bus from Adelaide city now goes on large highways through suburban centres of shops and houses where once, travelling on a small and slow green bus, it went over creeks and through fields where the farmer ploughed, curling dust into the bright sky. He has little chance of finding her again but he must look. It was here that he got off the bus from school in the city. He daily walked...Read On