Glass walls

It’s amazing how two worlds can be separated only by a layer of cold glass – On one side, the frosted breath of a hungry 5-year old; On the other, the air-conditioned discomfiture of long hours at the traffic signal, looking at the Blackberry and cursing, “Dammit!” The naked feet on the other side, separated by 10mm of glass and 10 strata on the economic pyramid, do not have the diction of “dammit,” nor the sensation of discomfiture. In it’s heightened pain-bearing threshold, it is unaware of smaller discomfitures. To his numbed feet, that comfortable “discomfiture” is a non-existent sensation. The glass will not roll down, and the divide will not be altered, not even by a carelessly flung out rupee.