Summer Sights
Blaming the summer heat, I try to find relief in the shade of an umbrella gifted by a friend. It is around ten in the morning and I am on my way to the office from my hostel. With the construction work in its full swing, I bump into women and men carrying cement, sand and rocks in round pans fitted on their heads. The mango tree near our hostel hosts a bunch of kids whose parents toiled away in the soaring heat. These have become familiar sights now.
Today, the familiar sights were stirred a bit. Certain images zoomed out of it.
From a distance, I saw a boy, probably a five year old, playing around with a small pick axe in his hands. His serious and mature demeanor made me curious.
Noticing the blank stares of his younger counterparts, I approached their territory with a smile.
After a few minutes, I walk into an air-conditioned room with a bottle of chilled water and begin my day, thinking of an un-reciprocated smile.
Today, the familiar sights were stirred a bit. Certain images zoomed out of it.
From a distance, I saw a boy, probably a five year old, playing around with a small pick axe in his hands. His serious and mature demeanor made me curious.
Noticing the blank stares of his younger counterparts, I approached their territory with a smile.
After a few minutes, I walk into an air-conditioned room with a bottle of chilled water and begin my day, thinking of an un-reciprocated smile.
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