With a single ouch the whole metro compartment is brought alight. Men are the first to turn their heads, for an oh so pretty voice is always followed by a charming priceless body and face of a woman. The body is always ogled at first living in the national capital of this country.
Women folk as they should, turn their heads towards the voice that's moving a little towards them. What they expect is a little difficult to comprehend and write here. Maybe they want to check the fashion statement of the pretty voice. A few pretty sounds of excuse me turn two lines of people and all of them stare in wonder.
Boy , do they check the fashion trend when he comes in through the crowd.
Yellow hot pants, blue ganjii, hugging the skin at all the curves, full framed spectacles, hair in a neat pony tail, waxed arms and legs, twinkling eyes and a confidence worth a hundred bofors guns.
The earphones blaring loud music and without a care about the world and the people that filled the area he walks towards the other exit door having changed the atmosphere of the whole compartment.
Many lose their sleep, the others come out of the laziness after a long day at work. Some start giggling, the others stare in disbelief, the remaining jeer and some just give a wry smile and go on with their own business.
All you do is wonder about how a human can bring about a change in the whole mood around just by showing off a sexual orientation that many say is unnatural while inspiring others to write when the brain is dastardly stuck in a writers block.
The brain doesn't know that the fun of observance has not stopped yet. A middle aged man we can call uncle tired and exhausted after a long day at work sits right next to a youngster. The young gun makes a little adjustment and gives him some space to sit properly when there hardly exists any.
A while later you see something going up the youngster's hip and you don't give it much of a thought for its only the girls who get touched inappropriately as the world sees and says it.
A few minutes later the hand presses the hip, you see a young face filled with rage and feel a shiver down your own spine. You see and in an instant imagine how that youngster would have felt at that touch. The very next moment when you look at the uncle full of weird feelings he just has his eyes closed trying to come across as nothing has happened.
A moment of thought later when you think about letting it go and being tolerant as the youngster is being you hear a complaining voice asking the middle aged man to either get up or shift a little as the seat is not comfortable. The youngster does not raise his voice too much lest the other passengers start getting creeped out. Uncle says sorry and gets up from the seat to get down at the next station and you try to have a good look at the middle aged man trying to understand what made him do what he just did. The look in the eyes and on the face are bereft of any emotions, maybe he is trying to hide something or maybe the world is making him hide things that should not be spoken of.
When the man gets down all the brain does is wonder about the two people, one who shows the world his actual orientation and the leaves an impact on many and the other who touches a young man's body and hits your nerves leaving you speechless and thoughtless for more than a few moments.
#delhimetro
Women folk as they should, turn their heads towards the voice that's moving a little towards them. What they expect is a little difficult to comprehend and write here. Maybe they want to check the fashion statement of the pretty voice. A few pretty sounds of excuse me turn two lines of people and all of them stare in wonder.
Boy , do they check the fashion trend when he comes in through the crowd.
Yellow hot pants, blue ganjii, hugging the skin at all the curves, full framed spectacles, hair in a neat pony tail, waxed arms and legs, twinkling eyes and a confidence worth a hundred bofors guns.
The earphones blaring loud music and without a care about the world and the people that filled the area he walks towards the other exit door having changed the atmosphere of the whole compartment.
Many lose their sleep, the others come out of the laziness after a long day at work. Some start giggling, the others stare in disbelief, the remaining jeer and some just give a wry smile and go on with their own business.
All you do is wonder about how a human can bring about a change in the whole mood around just by showing off a sexual orientation that many say is unnatural while inspiring others to write when the brain is dastardly stuck in a writers block.
The brain doesn't know that the fun of observance has not stopped yet. A middle aged man we can call uncle tired and exhausted after a long day at work sits right next to a youngster. The young gun makes a little adjustment and gives him some space to sit properly when there hardly exists any.
A while later you see something going up the youngster's hip and you don't give it much of a thought for its only the girls who get touched inappropriately as the world sees and says it.
A few minutes later the hand presses the hip, you see a young face filled with rage and feel a shiver down your own spine. You see and in an instant imagine how that youngster would have felt at that touch. The very next moment when you look at the uncle full of weird feelings he just has his eyes closed trying to come across as nothing has happened.
A moment of thought later when you think about letting it go and being tolerant as the youngster is being you hear a complaining voice asking the middle aged man to either get up or shift a little as the seat is not comfortable. The youngster does not raise his voice too much lest the other passengers start getting creeped out. Uncle says sorry and gets up from the seat to get down at the next station and you try to have a good look at the middle aged man trying to understand what made him do what he just did. The look in the eyes and on the face are bereft of any emotions, maybe he is trying to hide something or maybe the world is making him hide things that should not be spoken of.
When the man gets down all the brain does is wonder about the two people, one who shows the world his actual orientation and the leaves an impact on many and the other who touches a young man's body and hits your nerves leaving you speechless and thoughtless for more than a few moments.
#delhimetro
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