Thursday, July 15, 2010

night

having a smoke at 3 am on my kitchen balcony was an ordinary occurance.
the road below seemed mellow,and friendly, for a change
hmm..strange..
It felt like someone's living room, if you ask me.Two friends sat on their bikes, talking, smoking, the silence carrying their voices far.The guard paused and said hello to the rickshaw guys, while he bought chai.
An occasional car.Or bike whurring by : impatient, and loud
the Dogs, ruling the streets, like kings! strutting around purposefully.
i Shared the street with them for those 10 minutes of my peacefull night smoke.All pretentions put aside, the poor dont have time for it.
the friends left in sometime.The guard and rickshaw guys looking on..
one of the dogs nuzzled his snout against the guard's knee..'its okay,im still here..'