After the cruel, abrupt downsizing
The man leaves the office, forever
Face downcast, a bag in hand and
Few memories in a grieving heart.
The boulevard does not look like
The one experienced in the morning
Of the wintry New Delhi—crisp and smiling
And the crowded paths, pavements, similar, yet different!
Daily, years together, the man, now in 50s, walked the
Lanes and by-lanes of the Connaught Place
Afternoons, post-lunch, in the company of
Colleagues and friends from the nearby offices for Chai.
All that is past, within 24 hours! He stands at the same spot, near the
Tea vendor; being ignored by the same set; except the stray dog that wags its tail and
Yelps—in pure, friendly delight—at the forlorn man that daily
Fed the emaciated, spurned dog—bread with loving hands!