Giggles

No Trespassing, But I Trespassed

Walking and listening.
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Someone (amused) – “Really! I didn’t know, oh, so that is why that day she didn’t come? Oh, hmm, I didn’t message or anything, just saw on the group… what, her boss what? Now am feeling bad for her… yeah, she deserves it, but yaar, she too lives from pay-cheque to pay-cheque… oh, what!”


Another one (expressionless) – “Hmm… hmm… No, no, you see it, see it for yourself… hmm… hmm… you see it. No, oh then sell it for free, what’s it to me… hmm…”

A jogger walks briskly, she is listening to music or a podcast.


Two pals sitting on the bench-

“In our days, things were better ji, no race, now it is all a race, take my son-in-law for example, switching jobs so frequently, is it a joke? No loyalty ji towards an organisation, only loyalty to ‘package’.”

Big yawn!

“No-no, you’re very right…”

“But I don’t say anything, I just said, this is not right according to me, rest it is up to you.”


Stray dogs bark. Gets quiet then, one can hear the birds.


“You love me or not?”

“Don’t start again!”

“You take a stand then, what ‘don’t start again’, decide, I am clear, but you’re not. Please!”

“Come-on! I am tired. Hey, hey, wait!”

“Leave me!”

“Okay-listen, listen! Hear me out.”


“They didn’t fire me, okay!! I have decided to quit, enough is enough. No, I am fine, you don’t need to do anything!!! I am fine!! Yes, I am crying, but you don’t need to worry about me, I am fine.”


“Yeah, but fruit juices… hmm, yeah, it is sugar-rush, no fibre, yeah… of course, better, but hmm, yeah, soups and add some lentils, in small amount, yeah, trust me, that tastes so good, and so healthy, yeah, yeah, yeah… nuts of course, but soak them overnight, only then, yeah…”


“It is all over now! I said it, had to. Yesterday, hmm, we met, same place, said it directly, had to.”


“I am so proud, she worked so hard… yeah, it is one of the bests in the US… we… sure, this weekend… right, will keep that in mind, you just make up your mind… ha-ha-ha-ha!! Hmm… oh, she will be leaving next month…”


“Is Vihaan coming?”

“Na, he isn’t!”

“Rishika, you’re coming right, I need company ya!”

“As if, you won’t be alone there.”

“No, come on!”

“Nidhi is coming too.”

“She is? See!”

Giggles and laughter.


Some joggers before leaving stop to have chaat right outside the garden. Some swiftly and some slowly walking souls keep entering and exiting. Wind blows and the trees sway, leaves fall and that fragrant flower bearing tree lets go off its beautiful burgundy-coloured flowers, look another one is dancing its way down.

Burgundy-coloured reality!
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Thoughts Versus Giggles

Giggling, a shade of pink.
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Samira was walking briskly. Her thoughts followed her where ever she went, in shade and dust, amongst the crowd and throughout the dim alley with matted hoardings. Life in its minute detail, including the folded chit in a jeans pocket, spoke to Samira. Thoughts dappled with plaintive acceptances and mellowed retraces were highlighted.

Everything was perfectly normal when Samira turned in slow motion, her hair flying dramatically, her eyes looking for… Alas! There was nothing filmy to see, except something comic – pigeon droppings dropped on a man’s head. Samira grimaced as if she knew the pigeon or the man.

It started to drizzle. Samira smiled, almost chuckled, why, because she had an umbrella. And then came the moment – heavy, pouring rain made the pedestrians hide in shops, except a bunch of few who had an umbrella. Samira shined with a beautiful pink umbrella.

La la la laa laa, la-la la la laaaa! She was reminded of the grand music score from Chariots of fire.

But all this for a few minutes and she was back in shade and dust, amongst the crowd and on the rough road. She looked at the people around her and wondered about their life, sufferings, dreams and hopes. Gosh! In a puddle, Samira saw her gloomy face and noticed her laces. Now, just like the others, she looked for a corner and sat to tie her laces.

Umbrella on a side, down on her knees, Samira got drenched as a rusty, rickety roof pipe broke brazenly. Pedestrians saw it, ignored it and then saw it again. Sheepishly Samira got up, then acted brave till the road curved to the left. “It is over”, she said.

Samira walked, deep in conversation with herself when a little girl, a beggar, came running towards her and started to walk with her. She thought, now she will ask for some money, now she will beg, now. But the beggar smiled and said, “I just want to go till there”. Samira nodded and looked at her pink umbrella happily. The beggar giggled as her little brother joined them. Samira looked at both of them and saw the two most radiant smiles she had ever seen.

Gladly she walked with them, not thinking anything, quietly and happily. Giggles overpowered her thoughts.


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