All in days work

I cudn't find a befitting title about just the daily events i happen to 'observe' sometimes or other...

My guitar gently weeps:
The other i was walking past this bus stand (right over a road, bizare seemingly but not where i reside nowadays). Amidst the noises accompanying such traffic bottlenecks was this kind-of-not-so-young guy who was sitting below the tree at the stand & playing flute. The music/melody was just 'seeping' through to be perceived so distinctly as if purifying all the cacophony of human activities n soothing/healing all of the self-inflicted bruises. Thinking of it, reminds me of contrasts with concerts where 'artist' command such decorum before there recitals. Does one have to reach out to quench ourselves in time its seems a bustling century. An African dictator once said, among all the sounds human voice is most distinct as it may be heard from miles away even if it just a whimper....

Potpourri:
I prefer public conveyance if there is a smarter way around with availing them ;)
I feel its a gr8 way to meet so many of the same race whilst maintaining a safe-distance;).
The other day, this not-so-young guy boards a local train having his shirt quite visibly torn just below his left shoulder. After about 15m i take a seat quite near to him & happen to c him all occupied in talk with 2 youngster. These youngster address him as "kaku"(so very adorable of this same place to prefer more intimate titles than Uncle-Aunt).After a while when these two youngsters de-board at there respective station after an animated chit-chat, this aforementioned guy of 60'ish age, doesnt deboards his chain of thoughts with his earlier companions, instead continues d same, addressing me likewise! I can not understand him with his lilt with his mother-tongue which i hardly comprehend(Bangla). I maintain a pleasant demeanour(read sheepish-smile) since he is speaking with the same eternally-hapi countenance(which i not-so-surprisingly have seen as yet only in not-so-rich) which seemingly has weathered in a lot of sun n rains, i dont wish to interrupt. I felt it was so difficult to say tht i cudnt make nothing of what he said to me....

Tom-Boy:
This is a borrowed observation(Curtsy: U kno, if u shud)
This lady operates a cigarette shop next to a party office, which is usually thronged with men. I once exchanged a line or two with her while doing miscellaneous purchases. The way she talks, the way she carries herself, the animated conversation, the sparkling glow in the eyes...its all embodies the attitude i believe defines for me the tom-boyish character, contrary to the misnomer usually people attach on irrelevant traits. Oh yes, she wears salwaar suit without draping a duppatta. I guess, its all about the way u carry urself. The company is immaterial then...