Tribe of hunters

I walk on these streets like a hawk, though outwardly in casual mode.

Why is that girl looking forlorn? Why is this guy staring at the window on the third floor? How many secrets does the hawker on the street carry?

He tells me that the bazaar on the next street is called ‘Chor Bazaar’, where they sell preloved goods and I can think about setting shop there.

How does he know I hunt for stories on streets, to be packaged and sold?

My interest is riveted on the hawker. Does he belong to the police force or my tribe?


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P.S.

“Chor Bazaar” literally means a market of thieves. It is actually a place in Bombay where preloved goods are sold.

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