Nithinkumar J Pathanapuram
The sleepless city was waiting for the new dawn. The city does not sleep for long. Everywhere you look today, the tide of protectionist sentiment is flowing. It was a custom .. to live .. to hear the sighs of a woman begging for life .. to be heard in the ears of the city ..
The new dawn will soon be smiling. Newspapers and magazines piled up in every corner of the city. Bicycles and scooters are waiting under the streetlights, ready to carry loads. Some in the press are smiling, and some are frustrated. All the news that you are going to hear and read when you wake up in the city will make your mind dizzy. Feel the tail to the world. This is the reason for the frustration and joy of the newspapers. There are those who want to travel to the ruined city and those who want to mold the new world.
The waiting of the city from darkness to light is beautiful. You can see some happiness and goodness .. but the city also has a chest that hurts while waiting. Some annoyances … the city can never stop it. The city longs and loves to see the lives blooming in the new dawn. The tragedies, joys, and efforts of a people can be seen in the city every morning.
A rooster crows at dawn. At the dawn of someone’s feast, a rooster crows loudly, waiting to be eaten. Not to mention the fact that death awaits at the stumbling block of sound.
Sunday !!!! The day when human cruelty is most often inflicted on animals and birds. The day when thousands, tens of thousands and millions of lives were wasted by human birth.
It was one of the seven most frustrating days of the week for the city. Always the same …. All cities are poor, all cities have the same mindset.
A lucky man who could not even close his eyes to see the sights.
Must see all!
One by one the street lights began to go out. The sleepless eyes of the city dawned on the new dawn. His eyes began to water, and two drops of tears fell on his own chest.
The city seems to forget all the frustration, anger and misery of the past day. Look forward to a new day and move forward with hope.
Many languages, from every corner, began to walk into their rush. Pigeons and sparrows came to accompany the dawn. Long before them, the crows were busy with their work. The city owes more to them than man.
The precious births in expensive vehicles dumped their waste back into the city’s face and chest. They were all the guardians of the city!
The city smiled despite the confusion. The city has no complaints at this moment. Despite all the atrocities, the city did not hate anyone. There are a bunch of unwanted births to show sympathy for the filthy city face.
Dogs … street dogs … those who keep only love inside .. the city was holding them close .. with a smile ..
The hustle and bustle .. the hustle and bustle .. the hustle and bustle … the tears and the saliva in the hustle and bustle. The city waited for night … day and night.