It's one in the night now. Elvis is doing Jailhouse Rock on MTV...It must be colder outside.
Standing on my third floor balcony one can have a dominant view of the front lane bellow. I love it. Everything looks smaller than what they are. You can feel superior (!)...
The locality (cluster of reinforced concrete structures) is in deep sleep now, except for the milkman at the end of the lane, preparing for his next morning. I can see him (appearing to be a dark point, from where I am standing) moving in and out of his shop and hear the him washing the huge milk containers.
Tomorrow sharp at 6 in the morning, I'll find him at the window with a smile (which will force me to smile back at him). I can never think of maintaining a smile like that with mere three hours of sleep. Has he got any sleep concentrate?
The night watch man made his entry from behind the darkness on the other end of the lane (you can call it a corridor), striking the asphalt road with his long wooden stick. Music director of the night! His shadow growing with each step he is taking...it will be reversed once he crosses the light post near me...
"Jaagte Raho...ooooo!!!" (Keep awake!) The night man screamed with his shrill voice, stretching the words as long as he can. Why the hell we hired you? To kill the tranquil night?
Two men appeared from the milkman's end, stumbling on their steps...stopping each other from falling down as they walked...while they discussed something with the night man I tried to calculate the approximate time they will take to disappear in the darkness on the other end of the lane. Will they reach home today? But why should I bother?
I retracted into the warmness of my room. U2 singing in their inimitable style "I still have not found, what I am looking for"...
Standing on my third floor balcony one can have a dominant view of the front lane bellow. I love it. Everything looks smaller than what they are. You can feel superior (!)...
The locality (cluster of reinforced concrete structures) is in deep sleep now, except for the milkman at the end of the lane, preparing for his next morning. I can see him (appearing to be a dark point, from where I am standing) moving in and out of his shop and hear the him washing the huge milk containers.
Tomorrow sharp at 6 in the morning, I'll find him at the window with a smile (which will force me to smile back at him). I can never think of maintaining a smile like that with mere three hours of sleep. Has he got any sleep concentrate?
The night watch man made his entry from behind the darkness on the other end of the lane (you can call it a corridor), striking the asphalt road with his long wooden stick. Music director of the night! His shadow growing with each step he is taking...it will be reversed once he crosses the light post near me...
"Jaagte Raho...ooooo!!!" (Keep awake!) The night man screamed with his shrill voice, stretching the words as long as he can. Why the hell we hired you? To kill the tranquil night?
Two men appeared from the milkman's end, stumbling on their steps...stopping each other from falling down as they walked...while they discussed something with the night man I tried to calculate the approximate time they will take to disappear in the darkness on the other end of the lane. Will they reach home today? But why should I bother?
I retracted into the warmness of my room. U2 singing in their inimitable style "I still have not found, what I am looking for"...
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A cluster of fine tuned words...great !!