The Rummaging!!

Dusky-the texture, people moved across, it was the hubbub of the street. Eatery shops endeared the sight of freshness in their makings. Boys cracked jokes, ate the pastries, the chocolate truffles in a palate wherein all shared with care and affection. Attorned, the white ironed Kurta that did downpour from their necks down to the knees, as the air blew with cadence in it's forthcoming.

In no time two auto rickshaw drivers mocked the arena of the street side. They infected the flow of people by colliding with one another in the street that looked like a little artery that is to a human body. The crowd including the shop owners and the kids enthralled with great sharpness in face and manners, to witness the further involvement of the two drivers who came out with uncanny beard, on either one's face. The shop owners had got their food for the hunger to disseminate; they were far too bored to sit at their shop's that had no buyer for distant ages. It was time for entertainment to the young boys.

They(boys) had been wishful to witness the drama erupting out through the crevices of the street side. For, they were going to be the first among the spectators to experience the fright, the fight of words, torture and disdain. They usually maligned to those fights after hearing loud uproars of terror in the adjacent streets, while this was an invitation for free and the first hand experience that they were going to intake out of the ordinary business happening in the crowded streets every now and then. The two men stood facing each other, one being shorter in height than the other.

They started with the normal business of spewing expletives. The hubbub of the street got the bubbles of manifestation as soon as that thing prolonged and stretched. Instead of separating the two men, the crowd stood blank and stubborn not to give their standing space to any other guy, as much willful to watch the procession as they had become. The terror walked in everyone's head once the two men started hitting against one another. It was a drama outset, planned and directed by their prejudices that if one was standing in front of you, then you need to win the fight of words, you need not sway away into the bushes. Being silent and practicing harmony was against their mentality. The men had gathered to witness some fresh drama and the performers were left to do their offerings to let it become a case filed in the nearby Police Station; a case that would never be resolved. Who could guess that in little a time, the crime could be fatal as well. As more little rash between the two men could land them into trouble.

Few minutes of enjoyment of people around could hurt the two lives. The disdained souls weren't separated and they ended up causing physical harm to each other. When it had happened, a policeman was brought to the spot. They were taken to the police station as part of the usual business and the crowd once again freshened to carry out their tasks with a story in head to recite to friends for a day or two to come or to the family when they would in the day vignettes or highlights.

The young boys had left for their homes, with a story to discuss in the school the next morning. Telling, how they had witnessed a good fight being the front rising audience. One boy mumbled, "Yes, it was one of the best fights I had seen in a long time. Well, one month is a long time. Isn't it?"

The darkness occurred and the light of the shops gained glitter with florescent tubes doing the lightening. Then, new crowd pulled inside the eatery shops. Few were early for dinner and the alternative case when the men entered in a bunch to celebrate for a warm sit together as the evening drew towards the gate of night.