Some days it feels like I’m a part of the wind

Like everything , everyone is whispering stories to me

The little barefooted girl who sells roses ,

The man whose skin bears no resemblance to his age ,

The fish monger who gargles out remnants of tobacco ,

The naughty five year old who elbows his sister when his mother is not looking ,

The smell of freshly fried vada pav,

The cackle of sparrows overhead ,

Sweat dripping from the brow of a man in the gym ,

Stolen glances across the classroom ,

The simmer of tea in the kettle ,

The elderly woman reading fifty shades of grey ,

The bruises of a boy learning to pedal his first bicycle ,

The fight between two grown men over a train seat ,

The pain in the limp of a dog ,

The stench degrading garbage in the by lanes ,

The silent tears of a man who lost his mother ,

The smile of the girl with the crooked teeth .

It all comes together ever so beautifully .

Its almost as if the universe is at work .

Spinning weaves of life ,

Like strands of silken thread in a tapestry .

All acting in unison ,to play their part in the ultimate story .


Author: The Story Monger

I call myself a dreamer. Always curious and easily bored, you'l find me trying out new places or talking to random people as I go about my life. I find happiness in little things of life. Food is an obsession of mine! I like kickboxing so I pack a punch!

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