[Reader-list] Casual conversation

[tripta chandola]

Looking down from the balcony, blowing smoke out of my fourth cigratte
in a row, I was revelling in the chaotic patterns the crowds were
forming below.

This is in the middle of the Delhi winter, almost winter, afternoon.
Unlike the summers, when everyone walks with an agitated pace to slip
into spaces sparing them of the wrath of the still, brazen sun; the
winter walk is different. It slow and sonorous. The patterns that
crowds leave on a winter afternoon are much calmer. And soothing. At
least they seem when observed from the height I was.

Maybe that is why I did not think of anything `odd' in noticing two
people engrossed in intense conversation walking past. They looked
like any two people walking around really enjoying the conversations
basking in the friendly sun. One of them was dressed in formals, with
black shoes and shinny ties and all and the other was stark naked
except for the peacock feathers he was carrying. Why it didn't strike
me as odd was because he walking along a busy south delhi junction
with the nonchalance confidence of it being the most `normal' thing to
do.

I did not find anything `odd' about it, then. But it got me thinking
about the oddities which disrupt the normalcy with which we govern
ourselves. Who decides these oddities? What is normal? Etc and all.

But beyond this and everything else, I revel in the corners and
contours which the city(ies) allows for spectacles as such to unfold
and enact in the public and the privates.
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Rantings on the cities that we live, those that exist and those that don't. 

regards, 
tripta