Fuelled by desperation and restlessness, I spent an extra hour at the gym yesterday. Outran myself until I was so exhausted, I could think no more. I got into the car and drove home through the dusty grey moonlight illuminated streets in norh bombay.
At a crowded cross section, I waited to move with an omnious yellow black rickshaw to keep me company.
Between me and the rickshaw - two boys stopped by. Both young, in their 20's with backpacks and guitar cases wearing black clothes.
My head started hurting again.
I took a deep breath and attempted to rub the back of my neck to ease the tension.
Thats when I made eye contact with the rickshaw driver - who had read my mind
and shook his head as if to say that he had seen the same ghost from last week that I had.
Life as we knew it - had changed forever.
2 comments:
Yesterday it was same here,only I was at the receiving end...some serious stares by some while going to my guitar class!
Kau,even a million bombs wont stop us.
Never give in,never give up.
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