To kill boredom

It is still pretty dark and there are glimpses of the twilight round the corner. My eyes and ears were wide open as I looked around, we had kept vigil for more than 2 hours now; Switch’s confidence on a new low was facing down wards, Mosquito Repellent’s otherwise sliming face had a droopy look. Like a pulse monitor, Mrs. UPS’s gap between sob grew shorter and the inevitable moment of silence. Mr. Bulb and Mr. Tube showed a gloomy face, possibly the long vigil had taken the toll. The noisy and dancing Fanblade came to a standstill. I turned further to my right to see Fanblade’s cousin; AC had his jaws open with his pale white face. All of us shared our misery with inconsolable Mr. Mosquito. The twilight was out as the news of the inevitable spread, Mr. Kuku, Mr. & Mrs. Dog and Mr. Rooster cried their lungs out. All of us knew it was time to move on as I pushed myself up with a sigh to attend the Milkman and the newspaper boy. One thing that was firmly registered in my mind was

Quiet careful not to get drenched in the rain, I checked different option to travel back home. Couple of friends do stay nearby but I still would have to find another mode of transport for 5 KM or so…By the time I got out of office, rain had subsided. One of my friends dropped me in a location that is close to my house. I got down from the car and jumped over a few puddles of water to reach a location where public busses were available for the rest of my journey. Creativity or innovation you may call it in the latest version of jargons but for this man it was his need My eyes stuck on a man who was trying to cross the road as I hopped past him. This man had no legs so he had bundled up few clothes under his bottom and a leather sheet over it to protect the wear and tear, his hands had a pair of slippers. His upright position would hardly let few strands of hair from his head cross the height of a car’s bonnet. I looked on… Infrastructure in India The zebra lines never seem t