The smoke from between her fingertips makes feeble circles, breathes and dies. She thinks someone's called out to her, turns to see, but that's not for her. Its just the usual mirage of sounds when one is alone in the hustle bustle. Mind playing games, trying to catch sounds from long back, or the familiar unfamiliar around.
A hurried conversation between a couple over impending celebrations at home and another passionate one between a cynic and a believer.The crack under their feet sees and listens to it all.
Love, hate, passion, indifference, tomorrow and yesterday, pain, vanity, laughs, hurry and calm.
Nothings really changed, and nothing ever does, in this city she once loved. Not so long back.
.
A hurried conversation between a couple over impending celebrations at home and another passionate one between a cynic and a believer.The crack under their feet sees and listens to it all.
Love, hate, passion, indifference, tomorrow and yesterday, pain, vanity, laughs, hurry and calm.
Nothings really changed, and nothing ever does, in this city she once loved. Not so long back.
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