Traffic Signal: Red
On a day when the city weeps monotonously, if you ever look out of the window of your car, you will find a thousand and one reasons to smile. You will see a bright-eyed, half clothed, emaciated boy in a chop stall- the common picture of impoverished India and a black pregnant starved dog- scared of the human existence around him. They will make a story. You will find that half starved boy who has no guarantee for his next dough feeding the dog from his own chop stall, that failed to attract even the photographers of ‘not-so- Incredible India’, for free. The dog and the boy have learned to coexist in a city where their existence is only recognized before ‘elections’. You will find once again that your city has a heart. And there is hope for the fallen few. There is hope for you. There is hope for me. And there is hope for us.
Traffic Signal: Green
Everything is in motion. The image of the boy and the dog fades away. They made you happy for a while and then? It’s all the same again. Red or Green, it’s all the same over and over again. Nothing changes, if you don’t change. If the dog and the boy can coexist in their world with almost nothing, why can’t you and I with everything?
