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|by Subhajit Ghosh|
Capital Glows and Blues
Even though most of the tests and referral advices were over within a few hours, Dr. RG advised keeping Dad in the hospital during the night.
I had to stay back in the hospital with Dad. During the evening, longing for a cup of tea to refresh myself, I stepped out of the hospital gate and looked around. Soon, I had settled down on one of the benches of a tea seller.
I looked at the surroundings. It was quite a busy thoroughfare, and glitzy cars emitting bright lights zoomed on both ways. Tea was served to me, and I took a sip or two. A six-seven year old boy came to the shop with his younger sister and teasingly performed an act to take away a small sized packet of potato chips. Without actually carrying it out, he quickly stepped inside a dingy shanty adjacent to the shop.
It seemed that the boy was from a poor family of clay modelers. Exquisite images of various Hindu Gods and Goddess were lined up outside the hut. Works of pottery with intricate design which adorn the homes of the rich and the upper middle class figured in the collection.
I wondered how these families would/could survive the approaching bitter winters of the National Capital Region, the first spell of which was already evident. Optimistically, I reasoned that these artisans and devotees of various Hindu deities could fend off such adverse situations only with Divine blessings.
Thus, the divide between the two India’s continues…
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