cubic

girls loo with 3 mirrors. grills through which you can see beyond if you really want to. a cat in the woods. a cat in the foyer. a crow. with not much hair. girls with not much hair. me. the rare 'ah boy'. creaky floorboards. the faces on the chapel door. gum stuck at the very bottom of the bin. for nearly a year. corrections made on the menu at the chinese counter. ropes strung here and there. falling debris. chicken dripping with colour. terry's office with only one mirror. but with 3 brushes. and books. and paints. and paper. and T.
GCR with its sarvajanik lipstick. and two mirrors. table and wooden screen. so many saris, draped and done away with as soon as we were done showing off. the mermaid with her moocch. slip sliding on the smooth floor. and suddenly i spot an owl. and a heron? a cat and a mouse. imbedded. and then some turpentine. fusen.
'garam hai'...and he hands me an unwanted plate of dosa....
sessions of multiple 'aww-awwing' as the cat stares at all that food. bandana days. staying over. sleeping over? sleepless in xaviers. another banner...another piece of cloth. for yet another event. holla. malhar malhar. and then they all rush outside..its the red bull girl.
sweet home...alabama? we nod our heads. and head home.
poles that jut into the room. my god follows me and then sits right on top of all that chalky dusty messy green. tugging, hoping. tugging again at bits of cloth. they might, they may morph into much more than straps.
and then the projector screws up all the colours...and a brilliant project goes all yellow. the chairs lie bare. the padding below me. 30 winks. lucky ones get the beds. and the pretty loo. tiles and hindware. malhar malhar. malheur?
then they sell their tickets. and then they flood the halls. and then he rows. and then she wails. way-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. god. and then the curtains falls. or rather they dont. its all over.

i miss it all so much.
june june....lets wait for june.