YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE.. RELOADED!

The roads are flooded with busy people. Cars, buses, autos, fly past the 'busy bodies'. Horns reflect the anger of the ones behind the wheels. Trash and junk, ornate the footpath- where some hungry dog would try his luck, sniffing a dirty polythene bag. The place is never dark. The city never sleeps.


The water filled the bucket- and now, it wanted to get out of the same. The pale blue walls of the bathroom looked inhospitable. The mirror was dusty. A hand wiped the same- and the mirror revealed a life, about to begin, again. A smile. And the mirror smiled back. It couldn't do anything else also! Whatever has been going on has been going well. Yet why should the smile be forced? Some questions are best left unanswered.


The auto stops by an office building. A smile, again. No one smiles back this time. Yet, the smile prevails. Once again, I board on the next train- and now, my stop would be- Chennai!