Bordering our community wall is a public ground. Although it is neighbours with an active cemetery, the ground is usually teaming with life. Looking at it from our bedroom window is a regular feature in our daily lives. Even on the days we don’t explicitly gaze down, the constant humming arising from part human, part animal & bird’s activity, gently reminds us of its presence. It’s been 2 years or less since the panchayat/ municipality has cleared off bushes & debris, planted trees at the perimeter, made a pitch and cut access for four wheelers much to the dismay of nouveau drivers. Ever since, the ground has been a hotspot for gully cricketers. Even in the hottest of the summer days, the ground hosts several cricket matches and a couple running in parallel on holidays. It is a no brainer, the ground is a boon for the neighbourhood, but every time I look down, I wonder : Where are the girls? Right across the ground within the walls of our gated community, you can easily spot g
An average Joes daily rant