Brahmin

BRAHMIN I'm still here, at this milieu wandering on the four cluttered lanes, that were once holy avenues. Well...the silvery Moon is afraid of spraying his beams on these lanes and the fragrant jasmines are scared of blossoming around! 'Ye Bomman, where's your tress? ! ' someone shouts with giggles from behind; 'Pull out the dhoti and wear trousers! ' guffaws another from a distance! I never mind! Hmm, minding leads to nothing for me! And more...some of my kith and kin walk out of the ambit mumbling some curses while some come in, throwing down the wine glasses and meat balls from their hands. By now I'm a stoic... and throw occasional glassy glances at the busy commuters, some well determined and many still confused. Somewhere at the distant vistas flashes a lightening and clap few thunders. Few bright halos flicker around the earth and vanish soon! I whisper, 'The signs...' and continue my wait.