Day 1:
My mood was screwed already, and every goddamn little thing contributed
to ruining my mood.
The alarm was so loud, that I literally left bed with a
heavy head. The breakfast was oh-so-hot that it burnt my tongue. My dog ate
half of my new bought slippers. And then I missed the train. I mean I was this
close, running, when it left the platform.
Wow!
And then, through sweat, screams, and crowd in the
ladies compartment of the next train, I made it to Dumdum. ATLAST!
But then, through the subway, as I walked to the metro
rail ticket counter, I saw her.
A mother, with two babies. One, lying on the ground,
sleeping. The other, she was breast-feeding.
An empty bowl, left infront of her.
As I dropped a coin, she smiled. And, with the sound of
the coin falling in the bowl, the baby woke up, and smiled at me.
And then, leaning on the wall, a flute-seller was
playing a flute.
I paused the music playing in my ears for a while, to
listen to him.
In seconds, my
alarm-made headache was gone.
Day 2:
The same sweaty crowd of the train. I dragged myself
in. Some ladies screaming to place complains, as to why I pushed them, why I
tipped on their feet, and much more.
And then, as the train dragged itself forward, I peeped
through the window, to see the slums lying beside the tracks.
And then, I saw something.
This little kid from the slum, barely clothed, waving
at the train.
No one from the train waved back, but he kept jumping
and waving.
Such fun, seeing the compartments move on wheels.
Innocence
still exists.
Day 3:
Metro rail had screwed up its reputation big time.
Yesterday, it had stopped midway, walked into a tunnel, carrying some 600 passengers and made them sick, by confining them there, for a couple of hours.
So, today the crowd in metro was slim.
By the time, I reached Rabindra Sarobar, there were
only 3 people in the ladies zone.
I scrutinised the lady sitting opposite to me.
The way she was wearing the saree.
Creases at places, heavy oxidised earrings, a big red
bindi, and the pallu loosely done.
And , there was something so amazing about her. Like a
lady wears a saree.
I mean, that’s so
beautiful.
Day 4:
A cold war with a very close friend, and we were not
talking. In ways, my mood was in knots.
And then this goddamn heat. I was sweating like
anything, and was running behind time.
Damn!
And then, suddenly it started to drizzle.
The sun up there, and the drizzle diffusing the heat.
The wind drying away my sweat, leaving this cold moist
imprints on my skin. The rain drops falling, felt like bliss.
Orgasmic. Trust me. ORGASMIC!
Four
random days, and that restored my faith in finding happiness around me!
H.A.P.P.Y.
