Boulevard of Fantasies : Part 1

What seemed like an amorous stare was infact her meditation...
Gazing at the migrating sun was a religion sworn in out of choice. A way of acknowledging the light.

She was there, like every other day, sauntering on the oft-trodden Marine Drive pathway. Thoughts, like automobiles post liberalisation, raced through her head. "How did my day shape up?", she questioned her seeking mind. Pat came the reply - A day of meaning and purpose, as always, my girl. Alas.. For the multitude of timid souls who see not victory or defeat.
The whiff of platonic roadside coffee - of aroma's beyond tainted Barista beans and illusionary cafe days, moved her to the day's morning. Of days where moments lived lifetimes...

"And all the roads we have to walk along are winding,
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding " - preached Oasis out of her poor lil' rich phone. Passionate dreams within dreamy eyes greeted another May morning. Good morning 'Sarah'! - she told herself as she sprung out of her bed. Sleep was but an excuse to nurture her dreams. Her accelerated demeanour was characterized by an unhurried calmness within, as paradoxical as it may seem. There was once an untrained mind. She trained the intrained. It needed no training. Mornings were spent with herself.Especially while bathing.Water interacted with milky skin in a form so unlike the adulterated convergence of milk and water at our local doodhwaala's. Lame metaphor to an otherwise priceless moment. Mortal men envy the two hydrogen and one oxygen atom on her skin alabaster. She wore no make up. She frowned at the thought of it. God Bless her. The black eye-liner seduces her into application. "Black Envy" screamt girls when her eyes met theirs.

Of simple things she lived. An ipod, a shoulder bag, low-waist Diesel jeans and a white(read:plain) top. She was born, as if through an error of destiny, into a faimily unfazed by inflationary tendencies in the economy.Her infectious grin crinkled the white on the her face as she bid her good ole' family adieu. She was out. Another day. Another adventure. Life. "Have a good day guys", with an earnest heart was her sign-off.

I see her making a beeline for Andheri Station. A station famous for its pungent odour, Mc'donalds, vada-pavs, harmonious noise and of men who sweat it out. literally. In the meantime, her ipod shuffles between Green Day, Himesh Reshamiya and Orange County. She hurries, you see, for her 8.48 local. She is unperturbed by the daily Mumbai frenzy. Or maybe she is. I don't know. Maybe she dreams of change, of revolution. Maybe she identifies with Sonia of Rang De Basanti, maybe she doesn't. Maybe she will die for a cause, maybe she will live for it...

I like the way she embraces unspoken words, unknown people and unexpressed love. I like her eccentricity. 'Sarah' lives in a world of unrewarding love. She practices a different Math. Perspiration off laborious women rub against her flawless skin as she is propelled towards her St. Xavier Landmark. She doesn't mind. It keeps her grounded. May the Lord be with her...

"Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me..."






P.S - To be continued...