A Walk Down the Street

A narrow unevenly tarred road.

Every day I walk on this street, hurriedly, trying not to attract too much attention while also silently observing the variety of events that happen on it every single day.

A woman washes clothes on a stone slab outside the door.
A man wearing a checkered lungi stands on the terrace brushing his teeth.
A tiny naked girl with uncombed hair is crying near her mother while the mother inattentively washes dishes.
A man is sitting on the bike with his friend standing beside him, smoking a cigarette while staring at people/women/me making us uncomfortable.
A small tailor’s shop has a bright yellow public phone booth. The shop is empty most of the time but there is always someone on the telephone. I wonder if the tailor listens to everybody’s conversations.

There are many small cement and brick houses on this lane which are painted in awkward bright colors – mint green, psychedelic purple, electric blue, some are not painted at all, and some houses are so old that the paint has faded and chipped off years ago.

In the midst of these fractured buildings, a tall apartment with a massive gate is randomly positioned breaking the entire rhythm. A little ahead is an open ground which is used by buses and truck drivers for parking but during the day it is usually empty.

A temple around the corner fills the street with the smell of marigold flowers and incense sticks. As I get closer, I hear the sound of bells and prayer chants.

I take a right, reach the main road, and disappear in the crowd of a busy street.


Cozy on the Edge

It can get pretty scary up there. But finding a cozy cabin house after a treacherous journey on the edge of a mountain cliff will feel like being reborn.

To make it a heavenly experience, drink tea by the window and enjoy the view.

Tea Room

You ask, what is so magical about a tea room?

Like a secret passage, 

You need to bend a little to enter this small and warmly lit room. 

You will be welcomed with a soft and busy murmur.

Sometimes, a whiff of floral aromas of jasmine and dried flowers,

Will pleasantly surprise and enrapture the senses.

The other times, sweet fragrances of herbs, spices, and earl grey,

Will mildly linger in the air.

Now and then, the sound of pouring liquid,

The crackling of wood in fire,

Will gently calm and get you settled in.

On the table beside, 

A gentle clank of a kettle lid.

Sugar cubes plop – one, two – into the tea.

Teaspoons clink against the sides of the tea cup.

On the other side,

The soft slurps of satisfied lips,

As they relish the delicious flavors of their favorite tea.

The simplicity, the calming ambience, the relaxing sounds, 

The warmth and the pleasing sensations,

Are some of the things,

That make the tea room so magical for me. 


PS: Try it in the comfort of your room and make it magical with a cup of tea!

A Cab Journey

Day 82

He sat there by my side.

Losing his grip.

Getting frustrated.

He clawed his bag with impatience.

I sat quietly beside.

With no movement.

Staring hard into my book.

Hours went by in silence.

Then came the time for him to leave.

He left me hanging.

Handsome, random, cab partner!

#FindingJoyInMiseries

Driving Away

Day 76

When long stretches of empty roads begin to unwind

You secretly wish the journey never comes to an end.

All that surrounds are lush green trees,

Under the overcast skies.

Colourful bougainvillea leaves,

a book and a friend for company.