Part II

There were cars all around. And not half as many people.
Those were mostly, only beings that occupied the vehicles.


There was an mushroomishly old couple in one maruti 800. They made me happy.
There was a middle aged couple in a sedan. Irritated and listless and silent. They made me angry.
A man in formals in an s.u.v, an office returnee with empty eyes. Sad and very.very.cold.

And then as it zoomed past, in the back seat of a taxi was a big bespectacled dad putting his arms around his tiny bespectacled son.


And I could explode with pride.
And the night was the soft, squishy inside of a goose down quilt again.