Twinkling lights reflect from every windshield of
the passing car. Rows and rows of car juggle, swirling between auto rickshaws
and the big red buses. I walk on the side of the road, lost in the sea of
people around me, all in the festive mood.. The loud sound of traffic distracts
me from my reverie. Going to the other
side of the road takes too much time.
The footpath is occupied by hawkers on either
side of the road by hawkers who are happy of the booming sale; even a loose,
crumbled garment fetches a price. A sign displays the message as ‘No Hawking
Zone’ but hawkers don’t seem to care. They scream to catch the attention of the
passing crowd. The signal turns red and I am happy to cross over to other side
of the road.
A street urchin crosses my path and offers me some
trinkets for the Christmas tree; I refuse and pause to see the woman dressed in
red sari behind him. She dons red hair band that have long spikes resembling
the horn of a reindeer. In their hands are bunch of red caps with white furry
borders. A group of young girls surround her, snatching the caps from her hand
and trying on their head. One girl pays for three caps and walks away contented
with her purchase.
Its Christmas time in Mumbai and Hill road in Bandra
is full of shoppers. People shop for Christmas decoration and sweets. The road
is lighted up and a perfect place to go for shopping and feel the Christmas
mood.
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