breakfast with a flea-infested mongrel
it was a growl,not an angry one but more like a pleading groan..well it was my tummy groaning in hunger.
it was 7.30 am.i got up from my post,which was a desk in a AV room of my college,stretched till i thought my ligament was going to tear.collected my wallet and cellphone and started my lonely walk to the "corner".lonely because the rest of the troop drank tea and had been to the corner long before i did..and well i don't drink tea.the corner is the college's hangout..it is also called kattha,tapri,sai siddhi and uncle's at different times,depending on where we "hangout".to my dismay all the cannot-do-without-these-tasty-options were not available to me at that particular moment,fortunately for i was forced to have some healthy food for once.flavoured milk and glucose biscuits are a healthy option compared to ragda puri and pav bhaji!!
so here i was munching away the biscuits and washing them down with milk,sitting on the steps of an old shop that was shut at the time.
there were a few hand-gloved sweepers in grey, wearing identity cards around their necks and they had some sort of log in their hands.gloves..IDs..logs?!?what had happened to our city?we were having white collared sweepers!!an old dignified man was noting something down every few minutes,wonder what he was noting down...the items he collected as trash?!one of the ladies was sweeping right in front of the steps,the dust all flying in the morning sunlight creating a golden hue in front of my eyes,polluting my milk!i tried to save my food from getting contaminated.clutching the milk bottle in one hand and the biscuit packet in the other,i held my breath to keep my lungs from getting dirty...after all i had but two hands and they were full.
mid-way through my breakfast i noticed that a flea-infested mongrel lay there beside me..black..no you could call it dark grey...with tufts of hair missing at places...flies hovering above him..he gave me this sympathetic look..hoping i'd give him some of the food i had in my hand.
i ate n i sipped..n then i ate some more...all the while looking at the mutt..n then i finally threw a biscuit at him..he sniffed it..then licked it...ate a bit of it..looked at me..gave a grunt n walked away leaving me confused.what had i done to deserve that!
it was 7.30 am.i got up from my post,which was a desk in a AV room of my college,stretched till i thought my ligament was going to tear.collected my wallet and cellphone and started my lonely walk to the "corner".lonely because the rest of the troop drank tea and had been to the corner long before i did..and well i don't drink tea.the corner is the college's hangout..it is also called kattha,tapri,sai siddhi and uncle's at different times,depending on where we "hangout".to my dismay all the cannot-do-without-these-tasty-options were not available to me at that particular moment,fortunately for i was forced to have some healthy food for once.flavoured milk and glucose biscuits are a healthy option compared to ragda puri and pav bhaji!!
so here i was munching away the biscuits and washing them down with milk,sitting on the steps of an old shop that was shut at the time.
there were a few hand-gloved sweepers in grey, wearing identity cards around their necks and they had some sort of log in their hands.gloves..IDs..logs?!?what had happened to our city?we were having white collared sweepers!!an old dignified man was noting something down every few minutes,wonder what he was noting down...the items he collected as trash?!one of the ladies was sweeping right in front of the steps,the dust all flying in the morning sunlight creating a golden hue in front of my eyes,polluting my milk!i tried to save my food from getting contaminated.clutching the milk bottle in one hand and the biscuit packet in the other,i held my breath to keep my lungs from getting dirty...after all i had but two hands and they were full.
mid-way through my breakfast i noticed that a flea-infested mongrel lay there beside me..black..no you could call it dark grey...with tufts of hair missing at places...flies hovering above him..he gave me this sympathetic look..hoping i'd give him some of the food i had in my hand.
i ate n i sipped..n then i ate some more...all the while looking at the mutt..n then i finally threw a biscuit at him..he sniffed it..then licked it...ate a bit of it..looked at me..gave a grunt n walked away leaving me confused.what had i done to deserve that!
posted by Anusha at
10:32 AM
1 Comments:
Hi XNTric - I like your blog but there are just two entries. And you did manage to link your blog to mine! Congratualtions! Anyways who are you? I need you email if I am to post comments to you. By the way the poem is very interesting. Ciao
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