An Unfinished Sandwich

As the low notes of the instrumental music sifted thru my ears..life was as if in slow motion that day...it was a beautiful saturday , I was alone with my writing pad whech has offlate become my companion...my manfriday when I go off on these Robinson crusoe like lonely trips amidst a crowd that keeps building around me in the Barista that I frequent.

The warm lights bouncing of those sunrise textured yellow-orange walls....the glass walls giving a view of shoppaholics outside..the candyfloss guy, the balloon guy, the churan walla...the laughing women and kids...the business like gentlemen discussingpolitics, business, wives and all evils concerned with the mentioned subjects....Crowd was building up...I was slowly gazing at people as if I was a painter that day and they were my subject, my creation...the warm and happy hues is what I could see on my canvas...the brightness...the fairness...the healthy glow on the faces...eating , talking , sipping , laughing..playing guitar all happening......life was good especially on a saturday.

As I was about to munch on the slimmers choice veggie sandwich (yuK..but no choice left)...I spotted something on my canvas...a tiny blotch...amongst all riches, happiness and glow...I could see a a pair of eyes...accompanied by the misplaced grime on the cheeks by the tears which must have rolled down a few hours back...flaky and dry skin...jute like hair that would put the punk hairdressers to shame....the brownish greyish gaze of those six year old eyes made me put back my sandwich back on the plate.

She noticed I was looking at her....She wasnt begging....her eyes were...she kept looking on without any expression....i looked at her and gesticualted...to ask..."Do you want to eat?"....she didnt move...I asked her again....the guard outside...suddenly thought it was his duty to shoo away the little thing...charged towards her....I got up went outside..towards her too...she ran...I walked briskly towards her direction...on the turn she disappeared...I could see her tiny naked footsteps on the sand that embalmed the road.....till about fifty yards and then crash into the tyre marks of a braking sedan...the crowd had builtup there....I could smell the burning rubber in the air....I felt sick....I turned back...ran towards my home.....and as I was passing the Barista, where it all started...I saw the Janitor dumping my unfinished sandwich into the bin......