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                                               The dichotomy between this self and that? I never tried this region which remained dormant so far-how it has taken an enormous shape now.
Renu felt as if she was drowned in the deep fathomless ocean where she was simply flailing her limbs in all directions trying to remain afloat while the two points of her pupils looked back into her skull.The deep bluish waters had stars of small fishes and other aquatic life swerling and speeding up in fits and starts-their rested semblances reflective of their next movements.The wedge like tails propelled their beautiful bodies into all possible directions.The heaving leviathan of waves turned and churned without affecting them.It was in such reveries when Renu saw herself emerging as a drifter.
It was a bazaar a resplendent bazaar  being surrounded by the adjoining buildings and apts .It  sort of nestled amidst them.Some fountains also played  in it- though  called a city of fountains  they did not impress her much.The spouting gargoyles were of statues she could not recognize being poor in history and geography.  The rows of shops on either side of the road  resembled the ones in any metropolitan cities of the world. Here the day warmed up with the aroma of myriad cuisines to be served to the ever present gentry in the enclosures done up tastefully.Renu passed them fleeting glances and suddenly started comparing them to  the cattle she once had the chance to see in Berlin.The cattle were lined up in the enclosures of a farm- land mooing and bleating with their light brown eyes and blonde hides.They looked frivolous to her not the ponderous sedate buffaloes of her native country. She felt that the  gentry here sitting in rows somehow resembled them. Their blonde shaggy hair ,honey coloured eyes were the common denominator-while the rest fell in regular pattern.Either a tight jean and a skimpy top or something manipulative which helped them to highlight the bareness of their bodies.They were all wolfing on huge colourless sausages which disappeared in their wispy mouths. The rows and rows of them-their heads gelling –their bodies merging and fading in the monotony of cutlery ,hand and mouth movements.
She walked on and lingered near the pretty groves of flower beds.The resplendent flowers looked   inviting .She sensed a wink and a mischievous tilt in them towards her. .A smile spread on her face.She waved them a kiss and caressing them  invisibly moved ahead.The fountains were playing to the neat black shiny benches all vacant and the spouting statue in an eternal pose of going through the  penance of Atlas.

                                            

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