My customary bus ride is in progress. We make our way from the Delhi's international airport to our alleged five star abode. Comfortably nestled between my rock and the window. I sneak my usual peak at the world outside.
The roads are wider. Cars zoom past, or so it seems from my rather safe ride. There is the usual Delhi chill in the air, not uncommon for this time of year. The yellow crescent moon stares at me, through its clouded haven. We greet each other in our usual silence. Grudgingly, I shall admit, Delhi is cleaner. More green and yet more barren. High- rises non existent, giving way to independant structures.
The usual din of my loved city absent, and pedestrians a figment of my far fetched imagination.
People chat in hushed tones around me, people snooze. While words lull me into their spell, I gaze. And catch myself doing what I do best. I dream.
The spell broken by the familiar creak of the gate. I wake to the reality of my existence.
The roads are wider. Cars zoom past, or so it seems from my rather safe ride. There is the usual Delhi chill in the air, not uncommon for this time of year. The yellow crescent moon stares at me, through its clouded haven. We greet each other in our usual silence. Grudgingly, I shall admit, Delhi is cleaner. More green and yet more barren. High- rises non existent, giving way to independant structures.
The usual din of my loved city absent, and pedestrians a figment of my far fetched imagination.
People chat in hushed tones around me, people snooze. While words lull me into their spell, I gaze. And catch myself doing what I do best. I dream.
The spell broken by the familiar creak of the gate. I wake to the reality of my existence.
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