The rain drenched beauty of my city when viewed through the transluscent glass of the cab,made my heart fill with an uncanny bliss...The rainkissed roads, flyovers, buildings and the people spoke of something so new and so old that saturated my pensiveness..Suddenly my cab took a halt near the Park Circus traffic signal..and a little boy,hardly of 8yrs or less came near my window pane and asked for some money as he had not taken any food..I gave him a ten rupee note..I did not know whether he lied or not...Neither I asked him what he would do with that..Will he consume things which are prohibited for his age? These things did not come to my mind.Rather I felt reluctant to be judgemental..But the little boy with no clothes on his body,totally drenched in rain water and mud marked a stark impression of reality and the society in my mind...The battle between reality and romantiscism continues........
