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.