Delhi lies quiet in front of me. The sun is setting. The sky looks a pale orange. Time is creeping at snail's pace. Chaos has receded. Everything is static.
I see a bunch of ladies offer their prayers. A baby girl sits and play innocently on her mom's lap. Across the balcony the ten year old son of my neighbour smiles at me. It is the first time he has done so. The traffic on the road is keeping the decibels at the usual. Nothing to worry, since. Every bit remains normal. An ordinary chapter read the way it is. Pattern holds. It is still.
I see a bunch of ladies offer their prayers. A baby girl sits and play innocently on her mom's lap. Across the balcony the ten year old son of my neighbour smiles at me. It is the first time he has done so. The traffic on the road is keeping the decibels at the usual. Nothing to worry, since. Every bit remains normal. An ordinary chapter read the way it is. Pattern holds. It is still.
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