An old man in his late 60's walked very slowly on a walker wearing an yellow and white striped sweater. He walked painfully slowly, moving inch by inch, while his wife walked a few feet ahead and waited for him. From the third floor balcony where I am watching, I cannot see whether her face reflects frustration or compassion. But from her body language though it looked more like frustration. (Why did that make me feel sad?) A man in a tight bright pink t-shirt stood at the gate watching the frustrated truck drivers taking U-turns as the main road is blocked ahead. As if bored, he turned and walked back inside the gate. Bright pink shirt, big boobs, he could have passed off as a woman except for his very hirsute face. Two youngsters wished the slowly progressing old couple and took their scooter and started to the gate. The much decorated red Maruti 800 drives in and just in the front of the car, the scooter takes a sharp right turn making the car brake very hard. (What was that for?) The designer car passes below my balcony revealing yet another sticker on the top which reads "Racing" which covers the whole top of the car. (He must be expecting a lot of people to watch his car from above!!!) Booming sound above, I look up, tell Jet Airways and turn my attention back to the ground. A girl whom I pass by almost every day at the stairs in the morning walks in adjusting her duppatta, which doesn't need any more adjusting. She walks all the way near the wall and walks by the wall. She almost looks like she wants to blend into the wall and walk invisibly. A red Chevrolet Beat with KA 01 registration drives out. (Fellow Bangalorean!:) A girl comes riding in a scooter and leaves 2 very oily brown paper packets at the security desk and drives in. (Samosas for the security guards? That's cool!) An army jeep drives in, not a usual sight, every one stop to gawk at them. The old couple has started their journey back. The old man trips and looses his balance and in split second there are 3 people supporting him avoiding a fall. (Where did they all appear from?) The old woman walks back to him and starts walking with him, even touching his hand a couple of times. (That somehow makes me a feel better.) The phone rings and with my cup of ginger tea finished, I run back inside for my 10minutes of evening chat.
