Morning dwellers

It is a full morning. Complete with drifting golden clouds and swallows diving high and low along the current of the morning breeze. I am one within the busy long files of men and women briskly making their way into the day. In different directions they surge, their faces brushed by the cool breeze; pale yet driven and guided by some unknown force.

I have been here not once and neither twice. The City and its people - the morning dwellers; the street sweepers, the vendors, the trolley pushers and furious motorists exchanging a mouthful of obscenities over the traffic. I am much more intrigued by the unfolding of each of these events daily. How a people move with absent-mindedly and their feet simply navigating the way. From the side line view of this mesh of activities I too long to be elsewhere, absentminded, to be part of the epic life of the city dwellers. It is this that deepens the depth of my wondering as to, what drives us as a people each day.

The female vendor arranges her stock of different fruits, snacks and other edibles before her. She dunks each of her fruits in a bucket filled with water to clean them and momentarily, her once was an invisible driving force becomes clear to the wondering eye of mine. It is the success of her business that drives her. The passion and the need for financial stability. The trolley pushers too unlock their trolleys from the street lamps and execute stunts as their venture way past my eyes. Is it for love that they do this? Or is it just a need to be part of the city life?...the street sweepers, the garbage pickers whistling by, the fancy ones in the most luxury of things.

The present youth buzzes eagerly with documents clenched under their armpits. The newspaper pages carried by the sweep of the breeze from the pavements display youngsters in a desperate attempts to get into colleges and universities. It is all clear that we all want to be part of the moving-forward. The part of achieving success in things and to satisfy the hunger that comes with being alive. Once again I am within the life, to satisfy my hunger for being alive. I am within the long files of men and women, within the noise of the city.