Eye to eye

The traffic light was red in the middle of busy Majeedheemagu when my focus locked onto the young man next to me. In his early twenties with long hair, black t-shirt and torn blue jeans he was silent. He had a cast on his ring finger with a metal rod keeping it straight. Scars on his face, near his eyes made me wonder about this seemingly natural Maldivian youth.

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