A woman looking down from the balcony of her house and giggling while talking to another lady buying vegetables from an On Wheel* vendor, shouting all day the names of the vegetables they are selling. I wonder if they have even the slightest idea of the poison which is inside these vegetables? But i guess even if they do, they have already a lot on their plate, and poisoning others is least of their worries.

I have been placed strategically here, beside this window, in this house on corner of the street so i can witness all the useless shit this particular society** is going through all day. The honking, the fighting, the cursing, people walking by blabbering on their cell phones for countless hours and sometimes for a second, just a tiny fragment of time a smile.

The memories of this town seems to be fading away in my mind, as it hasn't offered me with a single opportunity of inscribing it on my conscience forever. Not a single incident which i can recall, life has been like a movie on loop for eternity. And i am placed strategically beside this window to watch everyone doing the same mistakes again and again. Or is it me who has closed all the avenues, and have locked myself in this solidarity? But whatever it might be, this is my life,this is what i am, what i have been, what i will be, and this realization has brought me to peace. That is enough for me.

Few people painting on a big house, hanging outside from the roof, on long ropes without protection, like they are not afraid of death, not even a bit. While the owner watches them from a distance sitting in a cool afternoon shade sipping hot tea with a perfectly aligned, justified smile which tells a lot about where he got so much money to buy such a big house. And the workers sweat like pigs churning all that they can find on the ground without even a slightest respect for life, having accepted that they are going to die in a brutal way no matter what.

There, there is that line. There is that border which separates you and me, we are not the same, one of us have to be asleep for the other to be awake, one has to be ignorant for one to be aware and one of us have to frown for the other to smile.

This distinction, this parallel of our perception and receiving is totally quantifiable in this world, this global society. Where we all live together but still it we are so alone. And the funny thing is i am planted strategically beside this window, in this house on the corner of the street to watch everyone make the same mistakes again and again.

~R~

*On Wheel vendors are vegetable sellers, moving from house to house in the streets
**society here refers to a particular sector/block of the town in which the writer lives.