What dazzles me is its mundanity: two pairs of legs,
hopeful and unruly, treading down the road as if
– so effortlessly - creating a Geometry of freewill,
stopping by hawkers, biting into burgers, their
selves shadowed occasionally under the roof
of an Irani cafe – enticing a middle-class hunger
through Keema Pav, Bun Maska and cheese omelets.
The way the causeway emulates the unbridled walk
of life with its veiled climax, recurring bifurcations
And tempestuously planted surprises is as
fearlessly artistic as the two who have ventured
into the vastness of this luminous, brazen afternoon,
stamping a tiny yet indelible, almost perennial,
mark on the timeline with their faint footprints.
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