deponti (deponti) wrote,
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Sounds...

My walk home from my daughter's, in terms of sounds:
the burbling, liquid sound of the Red-whiskered Bulbul and a couple of Tailorbirds, then the harsh cawing of crows.
The rasping of two coconut brooms that a pourakramika uses to clean leaf litter and trash.
The clank of the bucket and mug, that maid wields to wash the pavement in front of the house.
The echoing call of "soppu!" from a pushcart vendor.
Cars, two-wheelers and the whine of autos as I cross the main road.
Snatches of conversation as I pass people, some of it very intriguing.
The monsoon wind soughing through the branches of a large Gulmohar tree.
The Venkatesha Suprabhatam from the phone of one walker who has apparently not heard of earphones.
The "ha-ha-ha" of the Laughter Club.
The honking horns of impatient motorists rushing to work.
Mukesh's "chal ri sajni" from an open window.
A program on Ambabai, on Amurthavarshini channel, in my own ears.
My own footsteps as I climb the four floors.
Finally, the key in my front door...
Tags: anjana, bangalore, home, thoughts, walking
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