They travelled a lot but they did not take any pictures . They did not take trains , they hated flights .They did not need a car or a bus .Ugh! no! they did not like the idea of being pulled through the streets by another man .
They walked to British council library on that wet day .
They returned books at the counter and stood transfixed looking at a collage of pictures .
Out of the drain hole , into time , sliding through a bangle , swirling in
a cup of coffee,onto the rings of smoke ,reaching upto the ceiling
fan,
jumped into bubble smiling as the sun hit their faces,splat on a coin
being tossed up and down,
napping in a flattened pondicherry lamp,
kicking pebbles rounded by the rivers ,rolling in laddoes covered wet with
greedy tongues,
each slid from either sides of her brow and splashed red
into her bindi ,juggled a bit with saturn and her moons ,
flew all over the park on a green frisbee with shakthiman stickers ,
they played white in the
seas churned by the grinder,
resonated a bit on the Oms in a yogaclass ,
up and down the pepsi crown they marched ,
crtl+C out of infinite loops and finally settled on the Os ,
an 'O' each on a plate that read Books -return/issue
and felt a fierce nudge asking them to move on .
2 comments:
nice..:))
jus stumbled up on ur blog through orkut! u seem to b very much a creative sorta person and dat was a pleasant surprise for me!!! though i didnt know much abt u in person, i had some prejudices purely wid hearsay....its nice that blogs apart from displaying ones true self, it silenty shatters long drawn conclusions and offers a new perspective....
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