Sugarcane Juice
“When was the last time you had a sugarcane juice from one of these wooden movable carts with the old machine which has ghungroos (bells) attached to it ?”,she asked. “It’s been a while I guess, I don’t remember” He answered,not so surprised by her question, he was getting used to this stranger’s out-of-the blue questions. “You see I think it’s a conspiracy! Once you place the ghungroo on the wheel people will fail to notice the awful struggle of sugarcane getting squeezed/crushed between two wheels. I mean, every time I drink this I can’t help but feel relatable and sorry for it. And I feel relieved once they take the parched left over and put it out of misery. If you ask me I don’t directly feel relatable to it. But I can empathise this process at different parts in my life. For example, when I am suffering because of the cramps on my first day of period. That’s exactly how it feels or when I see someone talented doing a mediocre work just because their senior asked them to do so or when I see someone putting efforts in a toxic relation. Maybe I am overthinking and as usual using the material world to fill the gaps between my mind and trying to figure out ‘why anything ever happens the way it does!’”, she finished her monologue while taking the first sip of the juice. The summer heat had formed water bubbles on the surface of the glass which she was eventually going to clean with her bare hands and just wipe them on her side of the jeans. …
(I know it's incomplete but can't help it :-P)