19th Dec09... morning is as pure as mother's milk.....yes its raipur and not shimla or manali.. and it is 9 in morning...the lady is all set for selling the dungcakes to city at a time where no one would dare to come out of the jaipuri blankets...i recall my days as frontline salesman in my salad days when inspite of bone shivering cold in extreme parts of Bihar I used to venture out to meet my ultimate customers .... my farmers....it is nothing but the empty belly compells us to work come wat may be the color of sky/leaves/street....rozi is wat we call living in urdu.........
