I plug my ears to drown the din of
the bhajjiwalimachiwaliearringwalabhelwalipasscoverwalabutterchakliwali
the blind old man singing for alms,
the grumbling fourth seat passenger trying to squeeze her butt in
the lady whose toe just got pulverized under a fashionwali's high heel sandal
the college girls' parroting
the office women gossiping
the house wife bickering
the mother-in-law nagging
the metallic clatter of the tracks
the noises inside my own head
discordant, many,chaotic.
On board the 8:05 fast
6 comments:
"the lady whose toe just got pulverized under a fashionwali's high heel sandal" makes me recall a similar experience.
u certainly make the daily brush with reality so chirpily interesting. i like! :)
Funny na, how the voices inside ones head manage to drown ALL this out!
@ proma: :) but the daily brush is also tiring. 'i will survive'?!
@neha: agrees. its either the voices or the silence. sigh.
lol..it jus makes me feel theres sumthn extraordinary in evry ordinary...:)
@ divsi:there is! isn't there? :)Thanks for coming by my blog.
the noises inside my own head... loudest they're and they stay with u even after you've left ur 8:05 far behind
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