Only if, God was a pedestrain - A Thought

Glitter path with a tint of red, fading away in the wavy water ripples. Droplets articulating irregular designs. Bells chiming in a temple around, melodic sound giving goose bumps. Pedestrians crossing the road through the junction, mining their way tactfully in the dark. Splashing water and trembling in the cold evening. Pants folded until knees, bags or handkerchief on the head, an instinctively unsuccessful attempt to cover oneself.

In a dilapidated bench (old and rustic), folding legs close to my chest, nestling in the warmth of my own. Cocoon in corner, I wait for the bus. Rare are these times when I am on my own, defining a state of perfect nullity. When there are no to-do lists running in my mind. When I don't keep gazing my phone and type rigorously. Rather, I notice small gestures of people around, their body language and smiles. It's so amazing to think how we all so many times are at cross roads yet are always oblivious of each other. 

Green replaces the shade of red. Cars speed down, then screeching as breaks pull hard steering away from the pits, judging and predicting, which is smaller in size. The traffic is moving in a shape of different alphabets.

A cosy couple stands next to me leaning on the pole, giggling while rubbing their hands together. Romantic moment lost in themselves with a disconnect from the surroundings. That's what this lovely weather of drizzle does! For some it's a moment of life, for some a struggle. A small boy trying to float his paper boat, beholds my attention. His subtle joy of sailing his boat in the ocean of rain water is immense. A proud mother claps cheering him up. Eyes full of pride and elation. Such innocent little things that make a difference. I smile.

Dark shadows of vehicles speeding down, spoiling the beautiful reflection of green on road. Street shins with headlights as the traffic increases, it’s an irony how road is lit up in the night. Our vehicles are the reasons to illuminate path, replacing street lamps! We have a quick fix, ready to accept attitude. Why to complain about full beam as they are as blind as we are. Street lights lit in mornings losing their essence, but never show up when required. We live in a funny world. 

Cars sludge on the pedestrians by the roadside, some of them yelling on the drivers others wiping off the marshy stains on their clothes and body. The other side of the road, a man wave in our direction. The son waves back, as mother holds his hand to cross the road. The moment they step down, a truck honks in ears and they jump backwards in the shed again. Zebra crossing is way underestimated here. After a long struggle to cross the road, seeing empty they start walking. 

A car comes from nowhere in a split second racing like a Ferrari in a track. Mother and son are stoned as they know it's too late. Car hits them and losing control bangs on a pole. The man waving from the other side, runs towards them. My heart missed a beat, the shade of road is nothing like before- it’s scary. The boat that sailed few minutes back is sinking. 

A continuous itchy thought arises, seeing daily risk for pedestrians on road. A struggle far more than imagined and believed. Can they be rescued? Only if God was a pedestrian, I suppose.

©AJP