Sad

Sadness

It’s there

In me

Residing

Like it’s home!

Destined

Like a leaf is, to part away

Or

Like fish is, to not

It’s beautiful

And magnificent

to be ….just …. sad!

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Death

“It’s me”, “it” mentioned…feebly…not wanting to come across very strongly. It’s not in fashion now a days….

“What now”,irritated voice answered,”it” felt euphoric,

“Shall we!”, it replied,”it’s been long time that you heard me”

“Yeaaaah however not yet, I have work…”, irritation had given way to profound sadness…yet again!

It..inner voice…went back…to wait… yet again…to slow death…eerily slow….!!

An Evening

This was a hot but lovely evening and I happened to be at India Gate, New Delhi. India Gate happens to be surrounded by lawns and people come there and look at the majestic figure of war, struggle, freedom,  sacrifice which India of course is.

On this evening, I did the same and instagramed about it as well earlier

Running hawkers

I saw some hawkers running with their material while looking behind occasionally as if somebody was following them. Some of them even entered into the water body and hid their wares in water. Looking at them, it certainly became a matter of amusement and I could not help it but ask.

It turned out local municipal corporation people were confiscating their stuff so that they could not sell it there as they were not allowed to use the site for the purpose. These were the people who made their living by doing these odd jobs and selling food, snacks & knick knack at this kind of busy places.

Indeed they were doing it illegally but authorities were not giving a solution but mere a scare. One of hawker shared,”looks like their salaries are delayed and they want some money, as usual”

Life just took a deep sigh and moved on.