Lust for Life III

Im writing this one from the belly of the smelly. Home to one billion. Loud horns and crorepatis. The Slumdog Millionaire fantasy becomes all the more fantasy when you stand in front of where it was shot, your nose refusing to intake the smell, your eyes you want to close them, i turned around, told the taxiwala to take me hither. I should have written more this past year because I want to keep it with me without exhausting resources being taken captive by alcahol. This love story culminated on Christmas Day. When i crossed paths with a young child by the name of mahesh. The meeting point was a mumbai mall with arcade basketball. I mean what else? I guess he saw me playing having a nice shirt and a cool watch, shooting a basketball, tickets spewing out the machine meaning i actually play the game.he diddnt ask but seeing his excitement I gave him rs. 20 to play. He lit up like the christmas tree i knew he had never seen. Too young to be alone i wo der where his parents where. Not a beggar, but not much above. Seeing his appreciation me and brother decide to pool our tickets to get something for mahesh. We get him a set of markers and he litterally couldnt control his happiness. I was on the verge of tears as this kid represented Young brilliance. Content with life. The lust for life trilogy