Alas.................

Alas..................men DO cry

A Perfect Picture?

I don’t work in London nor in one of those high rise buildings in its suburbs. I work in one of the richest localities of the UK in not so high rise retail complex. I sit near the window in the staff canteen, seating on one of high rise chair with my lunch box in front of me, a pack of crisp and a fruit in the staff canteen which has décor similar to a call centre in India. Trying to read a novel, I look around to see if anyone is bothered to see what I am eating/doing. Bored with the book, I see through the window to see this perfect picture (?) A not-so-common bright sunny, yet cold winter day in the UK, traffic signal with the red lights on and around ten cars neatly aligned one behind another within the small lane. A family with teenagers who were surprisingly well behaved, a young mum with the baby in the buggy looking frantic as she cross the road and a group of youngsters with either coke/coffee cups in their hands. There I sit on the high seat with a crisp in my hand and mouth open and look amazed. Just around 200 pictures flash through my memory as it a happens in one of the those old Bollywood films when the hero sees his long-lost twin brother, but here with me no twin brothers, but reminding me of everything I miss. My family, friends and all those lovely and long chats and laughs in my college/school days. The chaotic traffic, the buzz of peoples’ presence (yes, just the presence) all flash in front of me as a collage and I think that was perfect picture!!