From 2 years of solitude and quiet cups of coffee, one corner of a four sided table shared with 3 people, watching the evening easing into dusk on the way home, savoring tea with conversations and toast, a close knit and cocooned world of loved ones to an explosion of colors and cacophony in mere fifteen days...
In fifteen days a million toes have nearly missed mine on bridges, trains and crowded platforms, a million stories have hung in the morning air - ready to be typed into a BBM, ready to be shared with willing ears, ready to be buried behind a newspaper. Steaming tea at shanty stalls, persistent beggars giving chase, harrowed newspaper vendors, cursing at passengers rikshawalas, hot and noisy trains and a jostling, bustling city making its way to work.
Corporate bullshit that makes work seem more important than it actually is, the hierarchy of egos and the games people play. I just added a million people in my life - you dont always need facebook...
In fifteen days a million toes have nearly missed mine on bridges, trains and crowded platforms, a million stories have hung in the morning air - ready to be typed into a BBM, ready to be shared with willing ears, ready to be buried behind a newspaper. Steaming tea at shanty stalls, persistent beggars giving chase, harrowed newspaper vendors, cursing at passengers rikshawalas, hot and noisy trains and a jostling, bustling city making its way to work.
Corporate bullshit that makes work seem more important than it actually is, the hierarchy of egos and the games people play. I just added a million people in my life - you dont always need facebook...
4 comments:
Who all are the source of this explosion?
Hey...The source of this explosion are all the people I bump into and rub shoulders against thanks to travel and work :)How you doing?
Ummm .. :P :P :P i wanna read a piece on d story after dis ...
Iushe, ha ha ha, even I want to read it - right now busy adapting to the explosion, like you know! :)
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