your passing glimpse of someone’s tragedy

You see a big yellow steam shovel. You see a crowd. You see a shuttered paan stand: a single square meter of thin corrugated walls that, at three rupees a piece, is some man’s livelihood. This you see from your car as you pass. You twist in your seat and see the rest: the shovel comes down, the paan stand crumples. You see it, but you don’t hear it, because you’re already down the road.

One response to “your passing glimpse of someone’s tragedy

  1. This is off topic, but I just finished reading the book, “Marrying Anita” written by Anita Jain, a former Californian who now lives in Delhi. It’s a very funny and interesting book on dating in the new India.

    Check it out if you can.

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