Time Check
The clouds have come belated though for yesterday, still we expect some drops to moisten the souls of this dried state, the roads are charred with dry pores opening jaws to gulp down the heavenly blessings of water droplets down the routes of the earthly sutures...there was a sunny morning, blatantly displaying its bright warm teeth, and as time has moved the warmth has transformed into sweat belching heat unbearable to the crying skin...man has moved down stairs, wiped his forehead with that dry kerchief fresh from the hands of that worried wife's hands who had made a breakfast just not tasty enough for her husband this morning. The crowds on the pedestrian path and on the bus and trains are thinking what a place is India...we can overcrowd ourselves yet don't cry a no when we are in the biggest struggle to exist and go forward everyday. Two people, a girl and a boy will fall in love in that weary dusty afternoon in a shady park or a lonely abandoned bus stop and say, oh yeah,