Nimnochap

I am tired of the ghyan-ghyane brishti. it's like constant whinnying. Why r the heavens so sad? It seems that the gods r just like some of us. They cannot cry their hearts out. The authorities call it nimnochap - depression.Neither the met-office nor the municipality corporation can do anything to get rid of this psychological disease that sits tight on the shoulders of the city like the old wretch of the sindbad story. As a result - our streets are flooded by the 'tears of the immortals'.