Anatomy of a yarn
They are everyone…
The aunty shopping in her nightie.
The lone girl waiting for a ride by the road.
The DJ mixing songs at the Ganesh Mandal.
The school boys peering into a gutter.
The lovers quarrelling on platform no 4.
The man longingly looking out of a bus.
The septuagenarian pausing to remember.
They are everything…
A tight-fitting tee screaming “Junkie”.
A vigorous wipe down after a brush with an urchin.
A haggling session with the fruit vendor.
A pair of eyes spying a woman and peering at her breasts.
The inevitable lipstick stain on the styrofoam cup.
A soggy cigarette awaiting a light.
Most often than not, we see through them
or walk on by… but rarely give ‘em a second look.
All-pervasive, stories are the constant
companions we take for granted.
But they are resilient beings;
for each that we pass up on,
a million others are born!
The aunty shopping in her nightie.
The lone girl waiting for a ride by the road.
The DJ mixing songs at the Ganesh Mandal.
The school boys peering into a gutter.
The lovers quarrelling on platform no 4.
The man longingly looking out of a bus.
The septuagenarian pausing to remember.
They are everything…
A tight-fitting tee screaming “Junkie”.
A vigorous wipe down after a brush with an urchin.
A haggling session with the fruit vendor.
A pair of eyes spying a woman and peering at her breasts.
The inevitable lipstick stain on the styrofoam cup.
A soggy cigarette awaiting a light.
Most often than not, we see through them
or walk on by… but rarely give ‘em a second look.
All-pervasive, stories are the constant
companions we take for granted.
But they are resilient beings;
for each that we pass up on,
a million others are born!
posted by ironyofdparadox at 7:30 pm
5 Comments:
The stories are definitely everywhere. The tough part is telling them :)
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I'd like 2 think,
they are my unborn children...
but the sad part is most
die a martyrs death way
b4 they r translated to
words or even told!
Lost in the pellmell of
minds, they inevitably put
their life on hold...
"Lost in the pellmell of
minds"
so very true. Like the stray thots in the later post. So many of them cud become stories, but get left behind.
I can't believe how similarly out minds think. My "everybody has a story to tell" belief is one of my strongest. And you've expressed it so beautifully!
Ok, I HAVE to stop visiting your blog every 30 seconds!!! Haaalp! I'm hooked!
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