I Pleasantly Stumble Upon Chowk

My fingers walk the cyber gully

past the article titled

heppitas is a hoax



Past the story on Bababudan giri

a sufi shrine in deep south

where hindus and moslems annually flock



In blistering Indian summer

ignoring the old communal call

past the saffron radical deep in shock

how Peace prevails inspite all



The day's journey just done

I click my way home

then I pleasantly stumble upon Chowk

and doors open once more