The squeaking sound of opening the window irritates me. Oh.. this squeaking, irritating sound.. Hope I don't have to open it all the time. The window glass has also become translucent. The pale streaming marks are indicative of trikling water through the rusty iron frame of window.
Aachcee-- Karr - rr --rr . I have also gone rusty like the window. My joints are behaving like rusty hinges, unlike the vehicle that just passed by. Oh, but I can't bear the smoke spewed by these autos. What the hell they use for fuel ? Even cow dung is less smoky. What can a poor auto driver do with petrol and diesel prices rocketing up ? I will pull the curtains for some time till the smoke waffles away.
It is so suffocating in these kind of houses, in one minute I am almost suffocating. I will open the window to get some fresh air.
Children are playing hide and seek. One is hiding behind the sand heap. Other is trying to hide behind the nearby lampost. One baloon hawker,with pink, yello, red, baloons hoisted on his cycle, passes by. Two children scurry behind him calling him to stop. The days of white men on horses are gone now.I don't see them any more. People say they even don't ride on road in London as well. 'Aachcee'-- kharr- rr- -rr -- ' sneaze comes out at any time.
There is a 'sabji wala' selling vegetables. Two women are haggling with him. One child is staring constantly at the cherry red tomatoes. Now-a-days the tomatoes are more red and have almost regular shapes, gourds also have similar tinch of greenary, shape and size, just like white people. Are our kitchens ruled by some 'videshi' ? Oh. no.. where am I drifiting. I just keep on thinking while lying on bed. 'Khaali dimaan shaitan ka ghar hota hai'. 'Shaitaan se yaad aya', Pooja oye Pooja.. are you listening-- I don't see that chubby girl now-a-days who used to come frequenty at tea time. Did you scold her or did you not give her tea ??..... No one is listening to me. Everyone is busy. No one cares what I am saying.Better I would not call her again.
The haggling is over. The vegetable hawker is slowly pulling his cart.The ladies are still stading facing each other. They are talking making gestures in between. The litle boy is staring at the receeding hawker.
The dusk is marked by honking and vrrooming vehicles-- dust and smoke rising and settling. No cattle seen coming to home at dusk and running to their calves. Now it is cars and motorcycles coming to garage. Windows lit with different colors are looking magnificent. Is there some one sitting behind those windows staring in the dark ? One dog and two puppies have gathered at the sand heap beside the lamppost. Dog is sitting in sand to relieve itself of the heat. The puppies are chasing each other and jumping over the resting dog, sometimes falling on him. The resting dog swings his head to grab the puppy by ear and before it can catch ,the puppy gets up and runs again. A speeding bike passes by. The lying dog raises its head to see it going. Both puppies make squeaking sound and sprint towards the same for a while, and then suddenly come to a halt.They decide to chase each other instead.
Aachcee-- Karr - rr --rr . I have also gone rusty like the window. My joints are behaving like rusty hinges, unlike the vehicle that just passed by. Oh, but I can't bear the smoke spewed by these autos. What the hell they use for fuel ? Even cow dung is less smoky. What can a poor auto driver do with petrol and diesel prices rocketing up ? I will pull the curtains for some time till the smoke waffles away.
It is so suffocating in these kind of houses, in one minute I am almost suffocating. I will open the window to get some fresh air.
Children are playing hide and seek. One is hiding behind the sand heap. Other is trying to hide behind the nearby lampost. One baloon hawker,with pink, yello, red, baloons hoisted on his cycle, passes by. Two children scurry behind him calling him to stop. The days of white men on horses are gone now.I don't see them any more. People say they even don't ride on road in London as well. 'Aachcee'-- kharr- rr- -rr -- ' sneaze comes out at any time.
There is a 'sabji wala' selling vegetables. Two women are haggling with him. One child is staring constantly at the cherry red tomatoes. Now-a-days the tomatoes are more red and have almost regular shapes, gourds also have similar tinch of greenary, shape and size, just like white people. Are our kitchens ruled by some 'videshi' ? Oh. no.. where am I drifiting. I just keep on thinking while lying on bed. 'Khaali dimaan shaitan ka ghar hota hai'. 'Shaitaan se yaad aya', Pooja oye Pooja.. are you listening-- I don't see that chubby girl now-a-days who used to come frequenty at tea time. Did you scold her or did you not give her tea ??..... No one is listening to me. Everyone is busy. No one cares what I am saying.Better I would not call her again.
The haggling is over. The vegetable hawker is slowly pulling his cart.The ladies are still stading facing each other. They are talking making gestures in between. The litle boy is staring at the receeding hawker.
The dusk is marked by honking and vrrooming vehicles-- dust and smoke rising and settling. No cattle seen coming to home at dusk and running to their calves. Now it is cars and motorcycles coming to garage. Windows lit with different colors are looking magnificent. Is there some one sitting behind those windows staring in the dark ? One dog and two puppies have gathered at the sand heap beside the lamppost. Dog is sitting in sand to relieve itself of the heat. The puppies are chasing each other and jumping over the resting dog, sometimes falling on him. The resting dog swings his head to grab the puppy by ear and before it can catch ,the puppy gets up and runs again. A speeding bike passes by. The lying dog raises its head to see it going. Both puppies make squeaking sound and sprint towards the same for a while, and then suddenly come to a halt.They decide to chase each other instead.
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