Crossing the road at Abid’s
(from Mukhamukhi 1978)
You want to go to Bulchand’s clothes
shop now, right?
As someone who seeks variety, you have
chosen the
right shop. Now, we have to cross the road.
Wait for a while. It’s always crowded here in the evenings.
Those vehicles coming in a line from the
left,
let them pass. They are coming in from the right too.
Crossing the road at Abid’s means you
have to
hold your life in your pocket. See, how the
windows of that double-decker slashed
through
Bulchand’s lights!
But they are sparkling brightly again.
Bulchand’s lights are always like that.
Now! Rush across! Let’s cross the road
between
this car and that scooter. That snarl
you barely heard was the scooter fellow
cursing.
That policeman’s whistle that you heard
…
was actually the screech of the car’s
brakes.
So, after finally
crossing the road, how do you feel?
That you have slashed through this
relentless road?
But see how soon they have become one
again –
as if we had never crossed the road at
all.
Abid’s roads are always like that.
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