White and green

Last night, as I peered out of the window, I saw a light shine adamantly on a green plastic chair. Next to it, a heap of broken 1940’s bricks. The rubble where my neighbor’s house used to be. Another space broken down by money. Another old house and memories obliterated to make way for a matchbox apartment. As the rain hammered on the earth, I thought I saw the chair smile. A tube light spotlighted the drama in white and green.

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5 thoughts on “White and green

  1. Your blog is nice. I think you should add your blog at BlogAdda and let more people discover your blog. It’s a great place for Indian bloggers to be in and I am sure it would do wonders for your blog.

  2. hey, this is super. i don’t read poetry coz i am usually unable to appreciate it. this is prose, yet seems like poetry.

  3. i fel this one because i have experienced it. first hand. our 110 year old house in calcutta is on the road to getting demolished for some montrosity to take its place.

    the house was called red gates (because of the well, red gates). built by an englishman a long, long time back.

    today there are hungry builders waiting to sell parking space.

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