YIKES!

The sun is about to meet the horizon the sky is like a canvass with the most beautiful shades of orange and purple spread across the frame....

I am walking on the sidewalk grumbling about the cancelled moot trial.... and something caught my eye.... an old lady draped in a worn out saree with her hair all gray.. she comes out of her house a poorly constructed one wit the white wash half washed away due to these rains uurrrrggghhh.... Delhi roads and rains so don't go well together well anyway..... i see the old lady come out and she stands in front of the few dirty pots and lights a match sticka sudden thought strikes me that probably i complain and whine too much.. look at this lady even though she is bereft of all the materialistic pleasures still she would light a 'diya' in front of the 'tulsi' and offer her evening prayers and probably thank the supernatural for what ever she has! for the rickety scooter that is parked for at least it moves... and the falling roof for its mere existence ....sigh....

then she turns and..umm.... ahem....YIKES! There was no diya there was no tulsi and no thanks at all!! instead a puff of smoke!! Whoa! okkk....... well it made me laugh anyway... at myself and my power of over analysing things..... well then the walk continued on the same slushy road just that there was no grumbling anymore..... :D 

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