Suddenly MMRDA and BMC realised that they needed a clean and green Mumbai and suddenly dividers had small plants and green grasses with ads of malls and townships.
‘Was that strange?’
‘No’
‘Was it mean?’
‘No’
‘Ironical?’
‘No, just practical’
So here was I walking again on the road and thankfully not chatting. I was all alone.
I was happy to see some green if not in the parks then on the road dividers. Each tiny leaf glistened in the faint orange light of the rising sun. The city becomes a quite rustic girl in the morning.
Two ladies, I saw two ladies sitting on those beautified dividers and what were they doing? Chatting, of course. Have we forgotten the chaupal tradition, where the folks would chat, laugh and discuss all things in this world and the next, if there is any?
Chatting on chaupal acted as a stress buster. These two ladies who thought the dividers were gardens told me how important it is to talk and socialise and some aspects of our folk India do enrich our life, a lot.
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