Few observations

Standing tall, calling for attention, a boy of age socialising in school. Just few yards outside the Railway station of capital city Raipur, not without reason in front of the chat-masala food stall. Smilling away pleasantly in his tired face smeared with the stains of penury. His attire unmistakably familliar and the legs tied firmly to the long poles speaking volumes of the freedom that graced the Indian subcontinent half-a-century ago. His standing tall on stilt hardly proved anything for him except implying the 'tall order' the society has to come to terms with. Looking up I was hoping if those long leaps can help him chase his dream, if he had any.

Back in IIT, a six-feet Iitian wore a neat t-shirt printed...."sTop staring aT me, I know I am Tall..
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Its a bright morning. A schoolgirl is walking past the numerous vendors on footpath on her way. She stops at one- an woman squating on a pidha( a small legged stool) who does not seem to sell anything. The girl drops a coin, takes out a small boundle of grass from the stack nearby and feeds the bull standing next to the woman. She touches the animal and touches her throat and her won forehead with respect. As her eyes open after she wished something, I see her eyes wishing for more sleep and her face pleasantly plump. Just then a lightening though pass through my head. What happens to the women in the progressively 'de-believing' city of Bomaby....
......what if the woman had a cow, she would get paid to feed grass....
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An old man spreads his stall before or after the Girls' Hostel No.11 on the road paasing by. Not much actually, one or two basket having very few fruits. Options are not much guava, pineapple, grapes, apples, jamun, zizphus many a times mango; either one or two of the variety at a time. There is no crowd, there is hardly any bargain. He sits there with his deadpan face, with his ruffled shirt and dhoti tinged yellow of years of usage. He appears and dissapears at will. On the metallic black street of IIT with silver footpath and with pedestrians chattering away with english, this man sitting quitely on the footpath (before footpath on the road) looks rather adorably antique. Pleasant enough to be framed as a souvenir.
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