Walk on a Humid Sunday Evening
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Sunday Evening@ Kalpakkam Backwaters |
It was cool and breezy Sunday evening.
The cloudy sky covered the sun for the
entire day and was partially visible in the sunset, just peeping out of the
clouds. The humidity in the atmosphere
was more as it rained in the previous night. Roads and walls of the buildings
were still wet. The atmosphere was so
pleasant and free from dust and pollution. Bay of Bengal was so even and calm.
The back water near the sea was so clear and it was like a large scale fish
tank. Children’s were playing in the park and the parents who accompanied them
were chit-chatting. The ground was filled
with youngsters and teenagers, playing football and cricket. A young couple
were going to the temple and a teen school boy was chasing his girlfriend. The
CISF who is in shift duty in the security gate was enquiring the results of the
local cricket match. A lady was walking towards the rice mill with a bag in her
hand. A group of students were getting down from the bus after finishing their
weekend IIT-JEE coaching. Newly joined trainee boys and girls were going for a
walk near the beach and making fun of each other. A group of guys were sitting
on the wall near the beach having a look on those boys and girls and making some comments. The chirping sound of the birds increased as they
were about to settle in their nest and it almost started to get dark. I was going on a walk by looking at all these
activities around me and finally stepped on cow dung which was wet because of
rain. My wandering eyes were now struck to the slippers and people around
started to notice me. To avoid those embracing moments, I started acting in
such a way that nothing has happened and stood there as it is, as if I was
waiting for someone. I assumed that people around me would have not noticed it particularly,
but within minutes a grandfather spoke to me. He questioned “What for you are waiting?
The tap is not here, it is near the lawn”.
What a tragedy sir ji?
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