As I walked home from Andheri station, somehow this suburb looked and felt different. Yes, there was gutter filth on the roads, the honking was loud and aggressive, people were still throwing things on the road, it was crowded and the air quality wasn't something to write home about. But I didn't get bothered by any of those things. I just observed them and my own reaction to them and that was just about it.
I also started seeing the (gulp) beauty of Andheri. The fresh vegetables on the stalls of the vendors, the actual existence of greenery. The beautiful and diversely dressed people. Those faces had so many stories to tell.
What has happenned to me? Am I en route to Niravana? I hope so :)
I also started seeing the (gulp) beauty of Andheri. The fresh vegetables on the stalls of the vendors, the actual existence of greenery. The beautiful and diversely dressed people. Those faces had so many stories to tell.
What has happenned to me? Am I en route to Niravana? I hope so :)
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