Do you know the origin, genesis,the lineage of "The Great Middle Class"?
The one who scrapes thru 20 days a month,lives on debts for 10,till fickle salary drips into the bank.
Pays debts,buys ration, cuts an EMI cheque for a house tinier than an MP's guard box, outside the tony New Delhi bent.
The one who lives inside an illusional prism, with dreams of freshly painted lilacs, on green textured walls, elevation from the floor to dining in the hall.
The one who hopes, than not, acche din may wither, fray, fall.
Do you know where "they" recycle shards of dreams, of "The Great Middle Class"? Hang in there, Trishanku, the gravitational pull shan't let you fail,"fall".