Exodus at Connaught Place
Waiting, I never had realized could be interesting in its own strange ways. It was towards the onset of this year, on a breezy February evening that the jubilation of lingering to a particular space came to pass on me. I have forever loved winters but there can be no denying that this one month of recess between the battering cold and the simmering heat is worth living for in Delhi. On this fine evening, sitting on a barely left out, pigeon-pooped-corner of a bench in Connaught Place, Delhi, I realized the restlessness of the generation that we are. The inadvertent and unconscious wending of mortals manifested in all ways a pitiful spectacle of cavorting and capering all around. Sitting beside a stranger boy almost of my age but with a comparatively appealing bearing I was attempting to escape the judgmental gaze of the myriad couples scattered all around like bits of a kaleidoscope. Two boys of same age sitting together on this winsome evening, best suited fo...