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Tuesday, December 07, 2004

One of my friends at work has a fascination for the color blue and has so many anecdotes connected to it.
Once on a railway station somewhere in U.P, his father had a really hard time when he put his foot down saying that he would go only on the blue train, which was incidentally going in the opposite direction.

God plz have mercy on the fathers.

Friday, December 03, 2004

If you alight at Dadar station and exit through the west side, then walk parallel to the highway towards Matunga, through the mish-mashy salad on the ground, leftovers of the morning wholesale sabzi bazaar, then you will pass beneath the iron bridge.

Much tear has flowed under this bridge. Handkerchiefs come out of their solitudes from pockets and purses to protect the pollution weakened lungs' of their masters and mistresses. This is the adda of the green chilli wholesellers.

They sit behind the mounds of green.
The lord of the tear drops.

 

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