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Amidst my Alley


Ever imagined that every person you see, every person standing on the street has a story, may be an extra-ordinary story to tell. Ever imagined that abandoned building is a home for many twittering birds. The stranger who bumped into you has fought a battle against cancer? Ever occurred?
Me? Yes, I have a habit, habit of observing things around me and finding funny moments circling through that observation and also at times feeling the centermost creature on Earth, all of these, just while commuting.

Seeing traffic police daily, reminds me of cartoon “Make a way for Noddy” and the sole police office in that animated series named Mr. Plod (no idea why I still remember). And a smile spreads across my face. Obviously, when you compare Mr. Plod to any traffic police you see on streets, with a huge belly and his whistle, you just laugh. Sometimes, if you are extremely lucky (well in my case, yes), they allow you to elude a rule and instruct you to just not stop and go, even if you are the only vehicle left to cross the sign (during the “RED” signal, yes). Even imagined how much special you should feel, because on a cross road the entire bunch of people on the other side are staring at you, may be at hint of jealously and you are crossing that path all alone. Literally, I felt like I was walking on a ramp with all eyes on me.

I have to take a path daily, where there are people living on streets. I see them, jumping around, collecting things from the ground and when a car approaches to give them food how joyously they jump. And it’s always a pleasurable sight for me. A father gesturing towards an airplane in the sky to show to his daughter, and how she simply giggles on the sight of that. The pleasures are same everywhere, wherever you live.

The other favorite thing: Rains, I love it when it surprises me. It gives free hugs to everyone, some don’t like though. And yes, it never discriminates. As they say, some feel rain, others just get wet. How amazing that feeling is when you can hear the sound of every raindrop falling on the ground and the smell of that wet land. It’s a music to ears, leaves always a soothing effect.
This was a little basket full of amidst the alley stories. For those who are reading this, let us not allow our sub-conscious mind to ponder upon daily tension while commuting. Look around, the happiness lies in simplest things.

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