Ordinary Love

By Subhadip Chakraborty

I once saw an ordinary man, shirt dripped in sweat the hair shabby, face that needed a shave old and helpless with trembling hands holding onto an ordinary woman, her eyes milky with ashes of time white hair, wrinkles and tears

Stranded at a station with two ragged bags carrying their world, waiting to go Somewhere to be forgotten I once saw an ordinary man holding the hands of an ordinary woman and it was the most extraordinary thing to behold in a world that lived so loud and left so little for everyone else…

By Subhadip Chakraborty