The child with the biscuit cream spread all over his stern face looking disappointed at having been stopped from devouring any more biscuits did make a pretty picture or maybe a nice thought to start writing about something that i call the lifeline of the National Capital of this country.
Or was it the oh so pretty kohl eyed long coat wearing female who described the entire essence of the city just by looking at the stern child with an all so shining smiling face just because she was kind of not liking him with that sulking face.
It could also have been a foreigner couple dressed to the extreme hilt of being called hippies. Tall bearded guy with a shoulder length hair wearing no woolens in the so called Delhi winters walking hand in hand with his partner draped in the simplest clothes you would ever imagine a foreigner wearing out here.
Or was it the scene of the two ladies talking to each other in what they thought were hushed tones bitching about the foreigner couple displaying affection in a public area.
It could also have been a married couple looking with all the parental love towards their child who was trying a few steps at pole dancing hanging about the nearby pole for support.
Or was it the stereotypical man trying to observe everyone commuting in the coach just because like me he had nothing better to do.
Even though the current footfall numbers have become unreasonable and unbearable for the common man, it continues to give some people a chance of improving their observatory skills for you don't often get such a huge variety of souls at a single place without them having the slightest hint of the fact that there are people around who would read their faces and body language just to quench their own thirst.
Or was it the oh so pretty kohl eyed long coat wearing female who described the entire essence of the city just by looking at the stern child with an all so shining smiling face just because she was kind of not liking him with that sulking face.
It could also have been a foreigner couple dressed to the extreme hilt of being called hippies. Tall bearded guy with a shoulder length hair wearing no woolens in the so called Delhi winters walking hand in hand with his partner draped in the simplest clothes you would ever imagine a foreigner wearing out here.
Or was it the scene of the two ladies talking to each other in what they thought were hushed tones bitching about the foreigner couple displaying affection in a public area.
It could also have been a married couple looking with all the parental love towards their child who was trying a few steps at pole dancing hanging about the nearby pole for support.
Or was it the stereotypical man trying to observe everyone commuting in the coach just because like me he had nothing better to do.
Even though the current footfall numbers have become unreasonable and unbearable for the common man, it continues to give some people a chance of improving their observatory skills for you don't often get such a huge variety of souls at a single place without them having the slightest hint of the fact that there are people around who would read their faces and body language just to quench their own thirst.
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