THE SUNDAYS

The city is comparatively

calm on Sundays.

The hustle and bustle

typical of a city

is comparatively low on Sundays.

But it can’t shed

its identity, that too typical of every city.

On working days

like a river flowing

above the danger mark

and flooding surroundings

the city is flooded

with heavy traffic

pedestrians, working men

and women walking down

the footpaths

in the mornings and evenings

the morning and evening walkers moving

briskly down the footpaths

the shops are kept open

with people flooding each shop

the flow of cabbies and autorickshaws

remains restless

but Sundays are different

with the working men

and women enjoying

the day making

merry with each one’s

family members

or  undertaking  pleasure trips

to wherever they prefer

only a few vehicles

moving to and fro

cabbies and autowallahs  

choosing to spend

their days with their families

only exceptions being

the morning walkers and evening walkers

barring them the footpaths are virtually free,

yes, after hectic

schedules on other days

the Sundays remain calm

and quiet every week.

The villages can evolve into cities

but the cities can’t ever be villages.