Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Traffic Signal's



Some say nothing is happening in their lives. For most  life is boring TV show. They fill petrol in the Easy Monthly Installment cars, Wear their branded clothes and proud Sunglasses and go to work. They spent an hour in the Traffic cursing their fellow men and some biker scratches paint of their  rear view mirror. Its normal, the smoke, the heat and the loud honking of horns. A paleness of noise, dust and of men trapped in metal.

 Perhaps a sweat drop traversed between her Bosoms and lost itself in the confusion of flesh and clothes. She looked into the rear window which said that objects in the mirror were closer. She could see herself in the mirror. The cold winter morning had gnawed on the edges of her lip.

She looked outside casually on either side. A man on a vespa scooter whispered something to his wife on the pinion and his kid got squeezed in the venture. Perhaps a sexual joke.  Maybe even an unfinished conversation about their son's future. A plump lady spoke on her phone. If one observes her mouth closely they would find the sources of all the honking. A kid crossed between the traffic with some books in his hand. 'The kite Runner ', he shouted. 

She lowered her side windows and waved at the kid. the kid looked happy. She never read books but suddenly she wanted to help this desperate kid. His charred brown shirt and a never ending trouser reminded her of her son. He ran towards her dodging vehicles.

She asked him, "what's the price ? " He replied, "75 Rs but for you 50"

She opened her big fat purse. In between the medical prescriptions and bills she found a 500 Rs note. She took it out. He looked surprised. He didn't have the change. The traffic signal changed all of a sudden. The vehicles in front started moving. There was a loud honking from behind. She released the clutch. "I will buy it some other time ". She moved forward as the kid kept staring at her. 

In two minutes she will reach the next traffic signal.

1 comment:

JFx said...

Loved this post.