The one who is nameless

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Hmm. What is this radio show? Random people calling up and discussing their love life. Who does that?

The street lights on the flyover seemed to align in a curve through the car window shield. The night and the empty roads had a sort of disdain towards the world.

Entering the second flyover, everyday I could see countless people sleeping on the flyover divider, risking there lives. Death was just one turn away from them. Who are these people? Nameless, working through the day and silently taking in the disdain of the night and the city. Anyway who cares, adani is the second richest man in the world. Need to get back home. Damn they are still discussing why her boyfriend will stay with her but won’t marry him, get a life people.

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Music playing in the background. Woah this is a nice song, the lyrics talks about how a lover is singing to his unrequited love to not be disheartened with herself and try to search for her identity and purpose, pretty powerful. Changes the radio station. Some guy narrating a story. People have started saying soo much, just sick and tired of listening to everybody. Driving on, the neon lights from the cars and street lamps make the night glisten. I cross the flyover with men sleeping on the divider Nameless, faceless shelter less talk about democracy and freedom, do they even matter? Is there a human collective conscience? Is there God or did he die as neitscze said. Is there empathy left in the human race? Anyways let’s listen to the ad playing on the radio , Shahrukh khan wants me to go to byjus.

One month later

It is 11 pm at night. The roads are silent. Radio playing in the background. It’s raining. The yellow street lights scattering through the rain. I change channels on my car radio. Some old hindi songs playing on all india radio. The night seemed quiter than usual. I pass by the people sleeping on the flyover. I was about to reach my house, by that time the news bulletin was playing in the background. “ A man working in a construction site who was sleeping on the flyover divider had been run over by a car”.

The Nameless and the faceless would not exist now as if he never existed.