Last Word

Busy, colourful, chaotic. Jumbled up thoughts, unruly traffic and innumerable vendors. I try to find my way in between the crowds, cows and crows. Naked wires, stuffy booths and loud cries. Nothing has changed on the Indian streets. It adds to the flavour of my country. It is on these streets that I played. I miss the chaos. As I boarded the plane to stay in an alien land I realised I am leaving behind these streets. My new home is rich but I miss the modest warmth. The ‘nai’ (hairdresser) sitting under a tree. A cycle workshop in the…