|Yellow that may attract squirrels?|
In more recent times, metro rides have overtaken fancy activities, except getting on from the blue to the yellow, and running into the office rush. Except when you decide to rebel. Get off at unusually uncrowded railway stations on a Connaught Sunday. You quip how leisurely laid government owned bungalows are. You silently wish you owned a part of the city that controls your senses. Discreetly, you take the alonely left.
|Tu hai meri kkkiran: Agarsen ki baoli|
The back-lanes cause steps to gain pace. They look at you, in yellow shoes, unclear of your intentions. The iPhone map seems to be pointing right, but
you’re not sure you are. History can’t exist amidst dhobhi ghaats behind flourishing houses, yes?
Bavre Se Mann, Ki Dekho Bavri Hain Baatein
Bavri Se Dhadkaane Hain, Bavri Hain Saansen
Bavre Se Nain Chaahe, Bavre Jharokhon Se, Bavre Nazaron Ko Takna.
Bavra Mann Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
You hit a stone wall, with coal-ed grafiti in devanagari, indicating now you may get it at right, eventually.
|Kabootar ja ja ja|
Bavre Se Iss Jahan Mein Bavra Ek Saath Ho
Iss Sayani Bheed Mein Bas Haathon Mein Tera Haath Ho
Bavri Si Dhun Ho Koi, Bavra Ek Raag Ho
Bavre Se Pair Chahen, Baavron Taraano Ke, Bavre Se Bol Pe Thirakna.
Bavra Mann, Dekhne Chala Ek Sapna
Perhaps, a well that deserves a coin, you let yourself wish.
Intercepted by: Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi