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It's kind of a funny story...

Evening time, children were playing in the park some were dreaming their phantom dreams. Lovers were taking a walk , sharing their thoughts , planning a runaway. Vendors and shoppers were looking for a vantage point against each other. I could see the glittering jewelry shops,restaurants under the bright neon lights.

The traffic was standing still for some reason, well the road was not broad enough. Nonetheless quite a remarkable city , as a matter of fact every city has its own charm, they all tell you something. And they are all running out of time, a whole lotta rush called life, always beating in a rhythm. The wealthy banker didn't exist in the invitee list anymore.He missed a moment of his life, I suppose. 

The traffic didn't really move all the while. Lady inside the car was probably cursing or wishing if she had a great vision to fathom and see what's going on, probably getting late for her son's guitar class.

The ants can carry objects hundred times of its own body weight and the van rickshaw puller too, a van loaded with heavy steel bars. What I saw , was pain and probably a shadow of guilt on his face, because he happened to be leading the traffic stream? I cannot tell that for sure. 

It was kind of funny though , if you think. I am not commiserating the van rickshaw puller considering the fact that we have a condescending society structure! What funny was , all the busy traffic stood still or at least it was not moving like it should in a big city like this. 

All the rush was no more , just for a moment or two.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I dint understand the underlying humour.
Urchin said…
It appeared to be funny , being there in the traffic and the finding that it was blocked because of the rickshaw puller. Again, I am not saying that he shouldn't be there neither I am sympathizing for him. it's funny thinking what others might be thinking at that point of time.

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