Fiction

  The  crowd was in frenzy.  A  motley crowd  of the worker class and some office workers had gathered there.  The  dirt  and dust of the roadside  and the scalding heat of the summer had no effect on the gathering. A man in his mid thirties was holding a mic .He was one of those clones who mushroom around  social happenings which now a days included  the  general election  taking place in the country and  this  crowd of the Common Man is  always  around  and in readiness to  haunt these you -tubers who poach them for their livelihood.They  try to  acquire the  stance and airs of  a regular reporter to gain some gravitas  but the lack of resources show  in  their general appearance.  The public  around with their eyes  intent on the mic wrestle to grab it. Their joy  could be indescribable.  Their flashing eyes and vigorous body ...

 Her irritation was mounting .She tried to get diverted but there seemed to be no escape. Her  heaving heart  continued heaving involuntarily.  It was the same regular conversation with her husband  of day to day dealings.The conversations as old as the decades of living together, as old as their children who grew  up and  eventually left the nest  but the communications went on the same pace and  gradually spun their own tale! She would try to bring it up to a level where she could make her husband  feel the other worldliness , to look up  the deep blue skies the unfathomable vastness , the downy flakes of wandering clouds resonating with the  heavenly cadence but he could never be made to see it. The mundane and the concrete  getting crushed under the madding pushers of mammoth vehicles the symbols of their expanding egos, vying with one another in the rat race of power and pelf but  away from this vastness and the ...