A heady mix of scent
And the least compromising
Of neon and orange
And noises so strange…
Oh where was I?
Swamped along the
And the search for
To budge or untangle
And evade from any angle…
What in return, whenever I turn?
Unplanned slaps, right onto my face!!!
Rumblings and mice Announcing their arrival,
With the first signs of
No victuals in the carriage
And so as much as I can manage…
Oh Lord! Where now, that vada pav seller?
The steamer’s already here,
Rolling in, rolling into Andheri Station…