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03 May 2014

The City

I walked the streets
of the city in the heat,
while the rains came and
washed me and
then its air became
pleasant – all the while
pictures and words
were formed – some
came to get attached
to my mirror and
leaves, some spoke
to me and brought my
inner being onto themseleves,
others got lost in the
metropolis of crowded
millions; I got
busy with heartaches,
ambition and bodyaches,
meanwhile the city was
grinding me to make
me into a substance
of calm, clearness and courage –
it threw out the pulp
of dimness and doubt
and nurtured the
loving, trusting, frolicking me

Photography and verse: © Sanchita C 2014

Photos were taken in Mumbai