A new movie poster goes up,

A roadside beggar smiles as it’s his favorite Ali Zafar,

Oblivious, does a step of the movie’s item number

In the background, the car driver observes

Rummages, hands him a 10 rupee note.

Despite the signal turning green, 

She sees the car ahead - still,

being busy with the beggar,

she slams her steering in anger, 

as she has an emergency to answer,

When the vehicles finally catch speed, she is relieved,

Although - while entering her clinic, 

She overtakes a fruit vendor rashly, 

making him turn sharp-left, 

He yells at her - asking if can’t she see?

A passerby asks him to ignore it, 

The vendor agrees reluctantly.

Looking at the apples, a buyer stops, 

asks for double the quantity, for half its cost,

laughing at his request, the vendor refuses politely, 

settling eventually, helplessly.

Carrying the apples, as he goes

a raindrop settles, on his nose

and he quickly runs to a nearby tea store,

giving in to the aroma,

of the boiling ginger tea, 

and a good smoke.

The signal turns green

Ignoring it, 2 girls giggle and cross,

causing the vehicles to cease,

like any Mumbaikar, 

there’s mirth in their smiles

as they make it to the chat corner’s side,

as soon as the orders are told,

the chutneys are being tossed in a big bowl,

it’s been served hastily in a paper plate with holes,

but they don’t care as long as they aren’t torn.

The grey clouds looming,

The downpour looks gloomy,

The hustle of the crowd,

Resembles fleet of birds at dawn.

The crowd rushes to the station,

to catch a train,

they run, hop, and jump,

but not in vain.

A passenger smiles as the wind gushes through his hair,

But by a mere fraction of second,

another frowns,

as he misses the train.

Looking at the platform opposite, 

there are people ready to scurry in,

as the train comes to a screeching halt,

people spill out, people squeeze in,

the empty flight of stairs now disappear, 

as it’s filled from rear to rear,

the crowds disperse,

moving out in every single way.

A lady rushes to the mall,

in search of a top blue,

chats with the shopkeeper,

about the types of handloom,

gauging her intention to buy and not to browse, 

He orders her a cutting chai - full,

a tiny boy brings 2 cups with such ease,

dramatically putting it on the counter,

hands over the tea,

and in return, 

receives a crisp note of 20 rupee.

Leaving the mall, he sways the cup-holder,

reaching the tea store, hands his earnings to the owner.

leaving for the day,

underneath the subway,

meets his beggar friend,

His mom serves them dinner,

and they burp, sharing laughter.