Observor/ Judge

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Sitting in the movie hall waiting on my friend. Everyone around me is so inexplicably loud. I hear the cacophony of boisterous chirpy housewives with their well maintained figures, straightened hair colored blond to resemble that of a foreigner. A feeble attempt to stand out in a country of billions. 

I notice their businessmen husbands in their low voices, shaking hands and side hugging each other so their paunches don’t bump. Kids running amuck with no sense of control, or discipline. A few older aunties passing by who judge the younger women and their clothes harshly but look at the wild offsprings lovingly. Mother Nature truly thrives. 

I wonder what their lives are like when they go back home. Do they worry about weekday tiffins for their kids and weekend brunches with their babes or are they CEOs of the next upcoming unicorn about to disrupt Modi’s right hand man?

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