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.

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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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