People around me are busy falling in love. They have little time for anything else. Entwined hands are falling over one another in their eagerness. Smile-soaked lips are mumbling sweet nothings. Dreams are conjuring themselves out of whims. The sky seems blue, the flowers so red. Oft-repeated anecdotes seem sweeter the third time over.Weariness no longer is a word.
The stray dog at the bus-stop stretches his muddy paws and dreams his little dream. The conductor plays his little madam-ye lijiye-seat-flirt-grin-heh-heh-see-you-tomorrow game. The leaves look brown under their coat of dust. Deadlines continue to keep dangle tantalizingly close. A butterfly flies through the traffic. The monsoons stick to their strike this season.
Me? I'm enjoying finding myself in the middle of inexplicably idiotic situations. As usual.