(dedicated to that very eclectic and chaotic part of my city..which we call Paltan Bazar.
i had been passing through this part for five years at a stretch and inspite of the noise and the stench..to my surprise this morning i realised how much i had fallen in love with it...after all this spot..alongwith all the other spots in my hour long journey from home to college had attained so special a significance for me and my ruminations)
plywood sheets on merry three wheelers
flies and beggars,
lovers meeting, families departing ;
a harrowed and sweaty tourist lost in the chaos,
a confused new comer gazing at signboards ;
business laces the air, and pavements.
sweetmeats in doubles-- split shops between split families;
a man blissfully sleeps in the shadow of the temple
where devotees throng... but the song of the gong