The sweet Corn:
I wanted to move towards her.. must be 55 something.. grey hair, worn out clothes and shaking hands..
.. then I saw a bunch of kids; laughing and playing on the same side of the road at some distance....
A thought crept into my mind, they both will lie.. but the reasons would differ.
On one hand for a kid it would be just fun, fun of making someone a fool without understanding the legitimate value of truth and lies. For them life hasn’t sprung up like a cough while having corn. Away from the dire consequences of life.... but amongst them also there is a lot which is deprived of everything and is bound to take a leap in the mud.
The other... the lady.. for her the reasons for lying would include her family members.. may be an ailing husband or grand children. For her life had been rigorous and would be .. till she doesn’t drop life in her way out of this world. She has done it in past and might have sold a lot.. and again she will do the same to convince an unwilling customer; for those who are easily convinced you don’t have to lie a lot.
I was watching sceptically.. still wondering.. which way to go...my feet grounded.. obviously I want to have the corn. The smell was pulling me towards the roadside...
A jerk ...
I realised that I am on a bike and not walking... I am brought back to the real scenario as I get over with those 15-20 seconds of thoughtful moments.
Even after 4 days the picture of corn appears in front of me.. not because of hunger.. but because of the two entirely opposite facets of life.... Both struggling, dying to live, lacking the basic senses.. which way life will go for them ??
... carrying the smell of that sweet corn along...
I wanted to move towards her.. must be 55 something.. grey hair, worn out clothes and shaking hands..
.. then I saw a bunch of kids; laughing and playing on the same side of the road at some distance....
A thought crept into my mind, they both will lie.. but the reasons would differ.
On one hand for a kid it would be just fun, fun of making someone a fool without understanding the legitimate value of truth and lies. For them life hasn’t sprung up like a cough while having corn. Away from the dire consequences of life.... but amongst them also there is a lot which is deprived of everything and is bound to take a leap in the mud.
The other... the lady.. for her the reasons for lying would include her family members.. may be an ailing husband or grand children. For her life had been rigorous and would be .. till she doesn’t drop life in her way out of this world. She has done it in past and might have sold a lot.. and again she will do the same to convince an unwilling customer; for those who are easily convinced you don’t have to lie a lot.
I was watching sceptically.. still wondering.. which way to go...my feet grounded.. obviously I want to have the corn. The smell was pulling me towards the roadside...
A jerk ...
I realised that I am on a bike and not walking... I am brought back to the real scenario as I get over with those 15-20 seconds of thoughtful moments.
Even after 4 days the picture of corn appears in front of me.. not because of hunger.. but because of the two entirely opposite facets of life.... Both struggling, dying to live, lacking the basic senses.. which way life will go for them ??
... carrying the smell of that sweet corn along...
