I am an 'Intense Window Seat Person' - and have a permanent side eye out for little anomalies in the mundane everyday. When I spot someone/something i want to document- I make a quick shorthand illustration in my phone with some description. I later go and recreate it -A little from my memory and then some more.

I saw this little tomato, waiting under a dusty bustling flyover for her school bus on a very sunny morning - Looking very boss like, in her blistering redness.

One humid Chennai evening, I saw this little lady take in all she could of a whiff of sea breeze cutting through the humid air .

 saw this man- sprawled across the seat at the bus stop- in his floral print blue Lungi, the scowl on his face also sprawled much like himself- unapologetically expansively on his face :). 

Solemn looking little boy at the temple assigned bell-ringing duties .

lady cops at the signal wearing jasmine flowers and kanakambara (cassandra).

.This man, selling  cut fruits,  sitting in a peaceful huddle with his bronze companions right outside an antique shop that had spilled over into the pavement.

I saw this lady at the local park -- she had brought a book along and earphones - she had a cautious hand on her yellow handbag, but was nevertheless so at peace with herself reading contently.

So this elderly man, and his gang of friends were buying Softies. After buying his Softy-black currant-He  carefully took off his glasses, placed it in his pocket, (slight hindrance to peaceful softy consumption- I can say with my bespectacled experience) and took a languorous, meditative lick of ice cream all by himself before joining his friends in a car playing loud rap music (Yo Yo Honey Singh)

A friend and I saw this  groovy fruit seller across the road, enjoying her music in her bright and blingy outfit (she had a blingy red clutch too).

Grandpa dropping his grandkid to the bus stop- A quick run through of morning prayers. 

This bus stand next to my house has always seemed to me like a worm hole into a parallel, slower, unambitious universe. There is a lovely patch of green alongside. I have stood there a couple of times and i can assure you no one who pointedly wants to get anywhere waits there. One in 4/5 buses grudgingly stop here. These school girls ) device-less, in their own day dreams- sitting in a companionable silence without a hint of urgency- clearly crawled out of that wormhole :).

A boy preening on his new bike( I am guessing) on Ayudha Pooja (Indian festival when machines, vehicles, instruments are decorated and venerated).

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