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  • It felt like I'd been traveling for just too long one day
    I couldn't remember their faces any more
    It felt like a new one was getting in to sit at the seat every time
    A new one I was wary of all over again
    Sometimes I'd look up to see why he chose to look at me now in his rear view mirror only to find him to have changed shape yet again.
    Once I made one stop for half an hour, when i got back there were six of them standing where I'd left the one. Which one was it?
    Till one of them, this guy sitting on a pavement, smiled.
    I walked blindly to him, he got into the auto rickshaw, and sang a strangely familiar tune. I sat back in my seat. He was the one from the morning, it was alright.
    We'd picked each other for a ride again.


    An ode to momentum, particle position and me, the particle. Words written out in a rickshaw speeding through the city which is Mumbai.
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