Torn blankets covering a hundred bodies to conquer cold, footpaths providing the coziness for their souls to sleep on, traffic allowing the beautiful silence to let their eyes to dream and in that alluring setting depicting the so-called ‘equality’ in the world, there was this man, staring at a building continuously throughout the night. A non-smoker, inhaling the air in the winters of Delhi, sitting right in the face of this polluted gas chamber having been diagnosed with lung cancer, he started smiling at the irony of it all. He looked around at these ordinary lives narrating extraordinary stories, then lied down facing the wrath of the street light and started gazing into the depth of the sky.
And then the sun rose and a chaotic order followed.
Hundreds of bodies still covered in blankets suddenly rushed to form an incoherent line, railing against the silence of the traffic and the coziness of the footpath. And the man just blended with the crowd outside AIIMs.
Hundreds of bodies still covered in blankets suddenly rushed to form an incoherent line, railing against the silence of the traffic and the coziness of the footpath. And the man just blended with the crowd outside AIIMs.
Comments
Post a Comment