Winter is on its way off , just about to lose its last lingering essence .The dewy grounds are gradually being  replaced by sun- kissed humidity.And here i am , caught in between .Between this change of weather and new found job .

Alas!

Excruciating days of job hunt ,

Futile responses 

And somber routines.

Something that none of you folks might want to go through .

But did god have mercy , for i finally landed with one.A job with minimum-est pay you could ever encounter , no benefits whatsoever.And allowances? Sigh .

But at least i got a job , ain't it ?

I always made it to my new office in the last hour .

Getting into your pants in haste , 

Early brunch ,

Measuring  a few kilometer till the bus stop under the dreary sun 

Standing up during the whole bus-period ,ultra sweat generation.

And on my way to office , something intrigued me .A picture through the medium sized  , not so clean  bus windows.
Big banners "Occupy Baluwatar ",bunch of people.The suppressed , the wronged-ones .
Fighting  for rights and  chanting of slogans.
Every day .Every freaking day !
Is my state paralysed? deaf and blind?
Can you not hear the legitimate demands ?Or see them ,  the afflicted people?
Their colorless lives  ?
And the worn out souls ?
Can you not  Baluwatar ?