Wednesday, February 8, 2012

On a busy street..

The street was painted with the myriad hues of a typical Anand Nagar evening, stalls spilled on both sides as vehicles sped through the bustling street with little space left for shoppers, pedestrians and passers-by. The ice-candy seller doled out handfuls of crushed ice pressed on sticks, and poured coloured syrup before handing them to little, eager hands. Green-grocers shouted out names of fruits and vegetables and threw them into open baskets for customers to pick and they haggled endlessly. Dogs kept themselves busy eating whatever they found around; while lazy cattle chewed the cud and plonked in oblivion. Monkeys waited on tree-tops seeking something to grab and diving at the reachable. Children sat on Ferris wheels and their screams intermingled with the fading bars of the October sunlight. One navigated warily through the street as the entire city flocked to Anand Nagar, the street-shopper’s paradise.

2 comments:

i_do_care said...

Your writing is 3 dimensional.. One can see it,
Feel it and smell it..
And just for the feel of this what you described.. I d never ever want to leave India man..
Even if you stand alone in that crowd.. you ll be able to feel the warmth..
I love it.. your writing and what it trigerred..

admin said...

Sharadha.. read your article in The Hindu http://www.thehindu.com/life-and-style/nxg/article2995154.ece Sharadha I am Yogesh Kumar (CBE)