Red light at Aurobindo Marg.
"Didi, ek rupiya de do na." One of the girls start dancing to the dholak beats amidst the traffic and pollution. Her fragile hands on her waist, her face expressionless. Her rouge covered cheeks trying to cover the leftover tear stains from last night. Tears that had formed tributaries on her dust clad face. Behind all the show business lies a bunch of children trying to make a living.
Aren't we all trying to do the same, some with more rouge and some with less. But ultimately we all put some makeup and go there and make a living. Our real need is to live, amidst all the theatrical ambiance and decoupaged masks. We lose ourselves in the search of making a living.
I think about Delhi and think about what has it given me. Maybe, a mask or a red-colored rouge to cover up my real self and get out there and face reality.
Has it really made me strong? Has it really given me what I craved for? Or has it increased my craving? Has it been responsible for my newly acquired unlimited wants. Has it really taught me something or has it separated me from everything I knew. Many unanswered questions, answers unhidden.
A simple incident on a red light at around 10 am in the morning made me rethink about my entire life and rediscover myself from scratch. Maybe, that is what she has really given me.
A chance, a way to discover that I have a life. Maybe, she has given me the freedom to give it a second thought. To life.
"Didi, ek rupiya de do na." One of the girls start dancing to the dholak beats amidst the traffic and pollution. Her fragile hands on her waist, her face expressionless. Her rouge covered cheeks trying to cover the leftover tear stains from last night. Tears that had formed tributaries on her dust clad face. Behind all the show business lies a bunch of children trying to make a living.
Aren't we all trying to do the same, some with more rouge and some with less. But ultimately we all put some makeup and go there and make a living. Our real need is to live, amidst all the theatrical ambiance and decoupaged masks. We lose ourselves in the search of making a living.
I think about Delhi and think about what has it given me. Maybe, a mask or a red-colored rouge to cover up my real self and get out there and face reality.
Has it really made me strong? Has it really given me what I craved for? Or has it increased my craving? Has it been responsible for my newly acquired unlimited wants. Has it really taught me something or has it separated me from everything I knew. Many unanswered questions, answers unhidden.
A simple incident on a red light at around 10 am in the morning made me rethink about my entire life and rediscover myself from scratch. Maybe, that is what she has really given me.
A chance, a way to discover that I have a life. Maybe, she has given me the freedom to give it a second thought. To life.
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