Amidst the entangled sounds of an old song playing on the ancestral radio,
a 13-year-old vending tea nearby,
the hitting of rain drops on the tin roof and the thunderstorms in the sky…
The first thought which came into her mind was not of a lover or some one left behind
in the lanes of time
but of how homeless people manage nature’s wry…

Mukti Jain
Copyright 2014