Gasping iron- horse hisses, screams and howls.
It is muting with different timbres.
Scent of marigold, jasmines and magnolias floating in the air from plaited cascades of pretty wives.
Pods of groundnut on the floor grin in vain,
As an empty smile of a fake friend.
A chubby guava from a vendor’s trug winks at me,
As if he knows that I’ve fallen for his fleshy carp!!
A pilgrim in red, sipping ‘vippappoo sara’ for his salvation is safe in a casket in his sack.
A bald man of midlife, – a moving jewellery
Often rubs his chest, displaying his rings.
I thank God, for he has no a gold chain around his waist!Lol!!
A granny in gadwal cotton and vermilion
humming ‘ edukondalavada…..’
A jackal in black and denim tries to allure a teeny bop.
New bride in yellow silk smiles from the cloud nine, as she is amazed by her groom’s loving care.
(pity, she doesn’t know mostly groom’s love ends shortly, the ‘therapist’ in me smiled it off!)
A young mother cleans her boy’s running nose
With her salvar top.
The man in forty leans on a woman’s shoulder,
In his well pretended slumber😜
An oldman hurls a curse at the lovers on the upper birth.
Claps of the TGees scare the males.
A bearded young man is nodding to his memories,
As he is listening to a passionate note!!
The rail moves and sways,
Women in saris, flowers and henna frown at my
Jeans and blazer,
A perplexed me answering, ‘HMMMMMMM’ to the eager woman, seated next !
The train stops, I was carried out by the rushing folk.
Ah!! At last, at VIZAG!!
* vippappoo sara =arrack brewed out of a wild
* edukondalavada= a hymn