Amidst the hustle and bustle of a busy street, I witnessed an intense drama when I came across a lady selling hand-held fans made with peacock feathers. Oblivious to the crowd, the drama was staged in the amphitheater of my mind. Each peacock feather with its head tilted slightly towards right, had its eye on me, seeking some answer from unfathomable depth of my heart, the moment I chanced a look at one of them. I tried escaping its gentle yet taut gaze by moving away from it, first to my right and then to left. The eyes followed sans any air of stalker. I couldn’t get out of its sweet compelling clutches. What escaped its invisible, tight lips was a volley of questions, so very disturbing that it fanned the grief and sympathy. Were they not pointing to cruelty towards animals? Were they not telling me the untold stories from the forestland where they belonged, but in the shadow of danger? This silence grew deafening. I turned my back to it, but still could feel its gaze following my shadow, silently, for a long time.
Shot on my mobile phone when I was strolling the Colaba Causeway, the street shopping paradise at Mumbai.