“The bus left just five minutes
ago,” the youth in formal office wear and cradling his laptop bag said as I got into
the queue behind him in the shade of an old Pipal tree that has managed to hold its ground even
as tar and concrete has all but choked it where it enters the earth in a sacred
pact with life.
I have no idea how water manages
to seep down to its roots anymore. Only a
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