An Evening Foolery

The old chimney pushing out black fumes to the sky, roots down to the biscuit colored building I am looking at. That's a hotel and many people go into and come out. Tired faces. Laughing faces. Dreaming faces. Nice watching them.



She is twisting her watch, wiping her face and changing her standing position. I went into the kitchen to get a coffee. Coming back to the window, I see her there unchanged. Is she angry? Then why is she so restless?

I liked watching the mynas hoping on the grass and the red and yellow Rajamalli flowers making the border to the park. The people flowing in between never attracted me. But today I am here watching this girl.

The evening train rushing to the station. A dark line of smoke is made in the air above the rails. It goes up, mixes up with the now pale fumes from the hotel. Meeting. The much awaited, expected end. Above that the flock flies away. Where do they go to? Who would be expecting them?

The girl suddenly moves to a corner. She saw somebody. I saw him walking towards her smiling. He is talking. Only he. She is looking up into the sky. Was she waiting for him? How would that be? Must be boring. Or nice? I have never done that. Or is that what I have been doing? Yes. But for nobody.

They are walking out laughing. Will they come tomorrow? Maybe someone else. I too will wait for somebody, like in my past years.