Wish everyone were born deaf!
There wouldn’t have been horns/honks on a busy street.

Canteen Upama was Yummy!

Conversation over the breakfast table.
No V channel, MTV, Zoom is played in the canteen. Moral fanaticism has seeped into the canteen as well. But these have been replaced by filmfare.stardust. Co. News channels.
Ash-Abhi Wedding breaking News!
M: Aiswarya looks old
S: Blank.
B: Yaaack! you know she is actually much older than what she projects.
C, S: Share the joke along with B and laughs
Tireless M: She is such a schemer. She has grabbed the best catch. Oh Schemer.
She used Salman, vivek.
(Talks as though they were her childhood buddies. Patronizing broken hearts!)
S: Yeah Yeah! non-schemers just take any guy who comes in their way. They don’t bother whether he belongs to a good family or not. His salary and the kind of work he does are irrelevant. His burnt unhealthy skin doesn’t matter. They just get married without weighing the pros and cons.They are such unselfish nonschemers that they would actually prefer to go for the second /third best.
Peter Repeater M: but she is old man. He looks so young
S: Blank (she realised that canteen upama is better than many things in life!)
C: Smiles!
B: Decision made. No girl with wrinkles. Not even dimples incase pple take it for wrinkles.

A Desultory Rainy Midnight

I missed the rain day before. But I was lucky last night. It was a heavy downpour. The smell of the rain was better than making tea. My sister’s two noisy children were fast asleep. I took a cup of tea and slowly stepped outside to the balcony. It was breezy and cold, and dark. Memories running, I smelt the rain soaked soil.
But my thoughts ran a little slowly this time. Slow paced! It was all too clear and obscure…my cycle, my sketches, my two close friends, banana milk shake with cashews, Railway Station benches, the stone, a letter, bitter fight, the street dogs in front of my house, reading newspaper on the bed, a stranger’s glance, certain roads, a purple lotus,a long queue of students,certain passages of my favourite books,koshy’s, my cousin and I in the church, two sad pair of eyes, a sms i sent just before making tea, aimless ants, final goodbyes, benecio del toro and then it got more senseless.For no reason, tears welled up in my eyes and then I realised that I have stopped smelling the rain and have gulped the last sip of tea. It was no use trying to reestablish my senses .Got back to my room and read a couple of pages of “the world is flat”. It did its office. I slept.