You know that unaccountable time one spends sipping on coffee or any liquid for that matter accompanying thoughts floating in the head while smoking a cigarette and looking at strangers, eavesdropping at the table next to you, sitting in metro/ local train/ city centre/ coffee shop/ bar/ pub/ house window, weaving stories in one’s head about who they are, what they must be thinking at that moment, why they are doing that particular thing at that moment … Let’s write it down. Calling it – Left on ‘seen’ because ummm that’s what we do even with our one sided self-conversations.
Someone monotonously asked me : What’s up. Matlab suno 
bahut kuch but with that bland a question how can you tell them that – This Sunday morning like most of the beautiful sunny ones, I was sitting by my living room window. Drinking hot lemon water post yoga because this is the most comfortingly natural thing that happens for an unkown amount of time. A full-of-life looking aunty with a crisp short wavy breathable haircut wearing a ruby-woo red flowy top and painstakingly matching ballerina shoes was getting her scooty out of the tight as hmm Bombay parking spots in front of the self-proclaimed society-honor-saviour office room.
It was a Sunday morning so I imagined that she was looking so freshly bathed and prepped up for her church mass session. That must be a routine but highly purpose driven ritual in her life. I also imagined that she had a satisfied smile on her tiny (from a distance) round face which couldn’t be seen from this distance and my non-specs wearing hyper-myopic eyes don’t help much either. Or it was hidden by the tiny insecure helmet on her head.
Smile is what mattered.
- The Giggler
THE GIGGLER 