Beyond 'S'

I kept staring at the chandelier, the way it reflected it’s light all across the hall. A few more chandeliers in the room doing what exactly the one above me was doing, but I didn’t bother about the rest. It was like how in a Bollywood number, we look at the actor or the actress rather than the background dancers who are doing the same steps. I had a glass of wine with me and was trying to get the smell of it and move the glass around, just to make others feel that , ‘I knew my wine’. But trust me I had no idea. The color of wine shined in the presence of the chandelier which was the reason I noticed it at the first place. Looking over at the crowd that was dining a top notch dinner, I was waiting for a special person and our table to be ready. Right then, a girl in a wine red cocktail dress, a high pony and black stilettos just walked past by me as I kept sipping my wine. She sat couple of seats ahead of me and moved the strands of her hair behind her ears, waiting for her table,

I had made into the city, a bag of clothes; a will to persevere with no dreams whatsoever.  I was out on the streets roaming around with no clear goal. The light’s my source of inspiration, the chaos in the city- music to my ears, the smell- my food, the sea breeze-my refresh moment. Every face unknown, unfamiliar, yet had a bit of apnaapan in it. The old buildings were my getaway spots when the monsoon struck, when the sun was at its best it was the marine drives- The city presented to me in a way I wanted it to. I was being a part of it bit by bit, part by part. During Dasara it was the temples that fed me, Ramzan it was the flavorsome biriyanis at the mosque and during Christmas it was the churches. I was devoid of any relations to the things that mattered to a common man. I was in search of a life, a dream that the city had promised me as I left my own. A dream of a better me, a goal to bring in a change within me and around. I was quite lost in the fast moving, unparallel, inexh