Walk.
With the enthusiasm of a kindergarten, i slide along the less trafficked road of the Heritage City. My legs crave for an odd kilometer walk and mind approved with signal green. I put my legs safe in my crappy shoes which welcomed me unlike the weird looks i used to get from the facades of my daily life. My mirror image made two bouncy jumps and that purple sling bag, the color of which reminds me of my grape saree, made a dash up and a dash down. Pooh! Two cords went upto my auditory organs and started the tune for Mannipaaya- Ghee! Past romance "roaming" in- ""roaming"" in :D
I double jump the steps, perhaps because of the excitement singing in my ears that none cant see(for I cover my head with my ever so common veil) or because I'm hence heading to a Just-Me-Time that frocks my jumpiness. Hallelujah! Its Fatty and herself in the pavement!
I see harried road with horns that comes after every ten, or twenty (meaning less traffic) minutes. I see men, bugged just like mine, holding phones way too closer,hush hush- private talks. I see fruit sellers- happy with the business of the day still calling out for buyers. I see children, rebounding back home from the school which stuff raw potatoes in their little heads. I see trees big enough to build two big dinner tables with seven chairs around each. I see bikes that whoosh pass gearing up to hit the button first than his acquaintance. I see sad faces on foot- the look says that they're planning ways to put some bread on the plates of many at home. I see pavement wall- stuck with exorbitant pictures of chicks that quacks in the big screen hardly. I see a crushed bottle thrown nearby the can that says Use Me. I see dogs with their tongues out, haunting the remnants of those thattukadas which sells eggs cooked in all the degrees possible.
As I walk, I write the things in my head and ride my engine. I make silent prayers to the sad faces so that the tummies of the people who they care is content before the lights go off. I wave and give a five to the children bouncing back from school, girls giggle at my silliness. I try touching the branch of that big tree that would make up the furniture in somebody's living room. But no, I was never in favor of dogs, and so I shoo them away.
I stopped at that shop which used to give me cold Maaza :D Beat me to a meat, but i WILL buy only Maaza and not Slice, and definitely not Maa -,-( To the people who complains and mocks me with my Maaza craving) The first sip gives me that image where in niiice yelllooow mangoes and squeezed right into my mouth via a straw! OOhooeey!
And it goes in, as I continue walking.
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