Two rainy days in gurgaon.

Crooked lines,

unpleasant silence,

disturbing announcements,

arrivals and exits.

Between 
clear departures and unclear destinations
reside a hoard of certainties and uncertainties.

Delhi rains,

wet roads,

empty pavements,

yellow squares,

fallen leaves,

life out of a suitcase.

A sudden image of Mumbai,

a smile on my face,

now,

amidst a market place in Gurgaon.

People.

Moments of chaos,

motion,

blur.

Departures,

last minute meetings,

and not so good good-byes.

Me,

wondering why they are called ‘good’byes?

Home,

home coming happiness,

a sense of belongingness.

Clear skies, 

thick clouds,

and persisting t-u-r-b-u-l-e-n-c-e.

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