The blissfully-suckling baby,watching with one eye, left her mother's breast and started wailing and became cranky.The confused mother tried to comfort him in vain. She could not understand the sudden change in her child's behaviour.
The deserted market was filled with shoppers and hagglers once again, the dull-dried vegetables were being watered to make them look fresh again. The fisherwomen too, started to swat the flies feeding on their catch again.
The roads were noisy again with the resumption of traffic, the drivers venting their fury on the horns, over and over again.The groggy city was coming out of the slumber.
The children, nestled in their cosy homes started to trickle down in their building garden one by one.They reluctantly sat on the creaky see-saw and the slides. They looked depressed.
The truant students would probably do their home work today as they had nothing else left to do.They grudgingly picked up their books and started scribbling with an aching heart and sore fingers.There was no escaping today.
The factory machines resumed their slow grind, much to the dismay of the blue collar workers who would drown their sorrow tonight with glasses of country liquor. They would probably fight with their emaciated wives tonight, over trivial issues. The on-leave executives promptly called their surprised secretaries to schedule the cancelled appointments for the latter half of the day, they dressed in crisp clothes with a crumpled tie and unpolished shoes.
The theater and the hotel owners breathed a sigh of relief.
The bars would be full with sad people today.
The senile,bed ridden demented man in his early nineties breathed his last today. His time had come and it was a relief for him and his 'care giving burnt-out' family.
The coloured television screen looked so dull grey today.
Sachin Tendulkar was adjudged 'out' by the sky pointing finger of the satanic umpire, as he was walking slowly, agonisingly to the pavilion-The entire roaring stadium became quiet, like some ghost town. The air had been sucked out of their once screaming lungs.
Some stray rain drops accompanied the batting maestro, in his long walk to the dressing room.
They were Tears from Heaven!
Gods were crying today.
The deserted market was filled with shoppers and hagglers once again, the dull-dried vegetables were being watered to make them look fresh again. The fisherwomen too, started to swat the flies feeding on their catch again.
The roads were noisy again with the resumption of traffic, the drivers venting their fury on the horns, over and over again.The groggy city was coming out of the slumber.
The children, nestled in their cosy homes started to trickle down in their building garden one by one.They reluctantly sat on the creaky see-saw and the slides. They looked depressed.
The truant students would probably do their home work today as they had nothing else left to do.They grudgingly picked up their books and started scribbling with an aching heart and sore fingers.There was no escaping today.
The factory machines resumed their slow grind, much to the dismay of the blue collar workers who would drown their sorrow tonight with glasses of country liquor. They would probably fight with their emaciated wives tonight, over trivial issues. The on-leave executives promptly called their surprised secretaries to schedule the cancelled appointments for the latter half of the day, they dressed in crisp clothes with a crumpled tie and unpolished shoes.
The theater and the hotel owners breathed a sigh of relief.
The bars would be full with sad people today.
The senile,bed ridden demented man in his early nineties breathed his last today. His time had come and it was a relief for him and his 'care giving burnt-out' family.
The coloured television screen looked so dull grey today.
Sachin Tendulkar was adjudged 'out' by the sky pointing finger of the satanic umpire, as he was walking slowly, agonisingly to the pavilion-The entire roaring stadium became quiet, like some ghost town. The air had been sucked out of their once screaming lungs.
Some stray rain drops accompanied the batting maestro, in his long walk to the dressing room.
They were Tears from Heaven!
Gods were crying today.
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