It’s alive just for theatricals,
I have seen them all.
Red boots in puddles resonating
to the footpath of the bangle woman.
Red boots then bask in the vapour and the heat
for now the scent of hot curry is fresh.
Frilly skirts silhouetted by the steam
They are repeating a skit again,
Can’t tell if that’s my favorite;
Red boots read their faces again.
Last time the play wasn’t captured
This time a snapshot I haste in chance.
Theatrics and laughter, Puddles and grime.