A Love Story? – Chapter Eight

Sketches By Nitesh

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Life in metropolitan like Delhi comes at its own price. The biggest and most irritating of them being congestion and pollution. Now I love rain but the problem with rain is that it amplifies both this issues hundred fold. It clogs all the sewage in our little locality. The stings of diesel fumes, the stench of rot, garbage and feces amplifies when it rains. I’m not going to blame monsoon for that. Why should I blame rain for basic human inability to stay clean? Sewage water roams free on our streets. It smells like rotten eggs and maybe like death. That’s an interesting thought, would death really smell like sewage? I guess, that’s the closest idiom for death I can come with. Death smells like sewage.

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