Itchy Head

I move. No. Do I say I shiver? Yes. I am shivering so I am moving. I am not moving ever since this winter has attacked full on in Delhi and I seem to be the most affected, I suppose. People are roaming around even in their half sleeves but I can’t even imagine myself without my four sweaters, one jacket, two layers of lowers, caps, gloves and socks to be the least items covering me from head to toe. A few days back, I saw a lady in Metro, in a half sleeves dress and seeing her left me in cold but this time I didn't react because I knew she was well off to afford a sweater and she was not in that strata of 'poor lady not having anything warm' types so I ignored. But last year, I literally made a mistake of melting on seeing a girl without socks  and sweater and I somehow felt pity on her. I removed my socks and sweater and stretched to offer them to that girl. She thanklessly and mercilessly took them and threw in the nearest dustbin available...

Sitting idle brings despair and gloom gets nowhere but awaiting doom why sit doing nothing why not bloom kicking up joy rather panting in the room cleaning webs of thoughts with a broom my heart goes thumping…whom whom... We are accustomed to so much activity around that just having timing out for a bit longer makes everyone suspicious.  Nobody believes if anybody can have fun in solitude doing nothing but relishing the moments passing by and recollecting all that went by and all possibilities that awaits. Roads will be jammed. Lights on the crossings will be long gone and horns will be on, full with people locking horns to reach places which may be as maddening as they are themselves to celebrate eve of New Year or dawn of New Year, whatever it means to different people. Same day, same moments but different meaning to different people and no meaning to some people. The cop managing traffic is harried. Hardly bothered whether it’s New Year or old whe...