Just another day
Just another day in this town.
Bustling traffic, masked bandits and tobacco-spitting rickshaw-walas form the soul of this town.
Here, beauty has a rather unusual way of revealing itself.
Amidst the busy roads, cows bask in leisure. Ignorant of all the honking, they lie.
A fisherman steers his boat each morning, along the glistening waters of the Sabarmati.
Thousands of pigeons flock to have their daily dose of grain, scattered by a stranger.
Among a row of cycles, two impatient mynas, too small to be noticed search for worms in the damp mud.
A rickshaw loaded with people late for work, battles the rush hour traffic.
Sometimes, I get unusually happy looking at these very usual happenings.
I feel rejuvenated.