On my journey home…

…I see the sunlight changing colours on Zadie Smith’s White Teeth, from bright yellow to orange to twilight, till I could not read it anymore.

…I see airplanes taking off and making grumbling sounds as they pass over the bus, destined to go way above the clouds.

…I see a woman begging with a new born in her hands, moving from one vehicle to another at a busy traffic intersection.

…I see a man making momos on a footpath and surrounded by engineers who are juggling the momos and money in their hands for a quick bite before they head home.

…I see a shoal of cars waiting to clear the huge red toll which looks like a giant red shark waiting to gulp in all of them.

…I see the Sun shifting position in the clouds as the bus moves, suddenly peeking out and raining its perfect straight rays into my eyes, thus triggering the war between the iris and the pupil.

…I see a small boy cleaning the cars which stop at the signals and then asking for money which he never gets.

…I see leaves wildly rustling on a branch illuminated by a yellow streetlight as if trying to break away from their destiny of being attached to the tree till he discards them on his own whim.

…I see a huge mall which is said to be a kilometer long and then I see a man sleeping on the road outside the mall wearing torn clothes with dirt seeping into each and every pore of his skin and a beard which reminds me of a virus gone out of control.

…I see a silent caterpillar shaped metro stopping at a station before it swings its doors open to let go of the captives and then I turn around and see an Indian Railways train, proud of its enormity and rumbling before it disappears into a tunnel.

…I see a man holding his wife like a sharp eyed eagle holding a terrified mouse, so that they could cross the busy road.

…I see my own reflection in the window as the driver switch on the lights inside the bus and then I start worrying that my face and age tell two different stories.

[[All the photos are taken from the www ocean and I apologise for my irregular presence at WordPress but it has been a really busy week. Presentations, tests, playbacks and assignments took almost all my time and then the monsoons stopped all the vehicles creating a nightmarish four hour journey back home which left me completely exhausted to do anything except breathing.]]