It was a long walk from the bus stand.
I crossed the road slowly, dragging my feet.
There were two people standing at the bus stop.
A boy, with a backpack and glasses and a girl.
They looked like sales reps, the ones you spot in pondy bazaar
peddling encyclopedias.
They stood three feet away from each other.
It was 11-25pm by my watch.
And yet they stood there
unmindful of the time,
eyes fixed at the distant road
wishing for a bus.
Casting quick glances,
feeling secure
in each other's presence.
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I crossed the road slowly, dragging my feet.
There were two people standing at the bus stop.
A boy, with a backpack and glasses and a girl.
They looked like sales reps, the ones you spot in pondy bazaar
peddling encyclopedias.
They stood three feet away from each other.
It was 11-25pm by my watch.
And yet they stood there
unmindful of the time,
eyes fixed at the distant road
wishing for a bus.
Casting quick glances,
feeling secure
in each other's presence.
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Such a Long Journey is coming to an end and the unrest in the book coincides with the unrest within. I don't want to get out of that world. Please let it not get over no?
Gustad... Dilnawaz... such earnest characters I wish I knew them. And so much love they have for each other, day after day twenty years into their marriage...
Gustad... Dilnawaz... such earnest characters I wish I knew them. And so much love they have for each other, day after day twenty years into their marriage...
Abhi na jao choddkar,
Yeh dil abhi bharah nahi.
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2 comments:
I like this one. Especially the story of the boy and the girl at the bus stop. And that's exactly what I felt at the end of Such a Long Journey :)
:)
Thanks... I am glad there is something likeable once in a while amidst my rants.
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