Every time we stirred a little, our hands dipped into the warmth - TopicsExpress



          

Every time we stirred a little, our hands dipped into the warmth of the thick pockets of the newly dry cleaned attires, as a car swooshed by directing the chill towards us as we stood trying to cross a merry December road marked by the red, glowing faces of people with the luxury of knowing the seasons by the names and relishing the aesthetics behind each of them, the various degrees cold being some of their favourites since naked trees and dry,stone pavements have had histories of literature favouring them and the choice between Chai and Coffee was passed off as an extravagant parameter of character-distinction, I wondered how the socially acclaimed lunatic on the pavement maintained the same thick sack of clothes through the blinding scorch of April and the dying light of December. Hows the weather? is such a foolish way of asking How are you? Winter could not just be about the drop of temperature. Winter had settled in a long time ago for our madman here. When his mind ran parallel tapes of long speeches of a brighter tomorrow, and murders of families and the heinousness of civilization practiced between the legs of the women he knew if not by face name and blood but by the acknowledgment of their existence and the idea of poverty lines which criss crossed each other like the innocent scribbles of a child on the last page of a textbook which was forced down the lanes of his memory and the many isms ran haywire like the converging cables on the crying streets of north calcutta where men with bloody hands and men who bled through the nerves on their wrists screamed and screamed for freedom which then slowly took to the poor sewage lines by way the many spits of wrath in the name of religion and slowly made its way to the circulatory system of his own being which now runs dry but still keeps him alive, he knew his life was going to be about Winter. Either he is mad or we live under the pretense of sanity. Dont ask questions about the weather. Enthrall yourself if you must, but dont, bloody, ask, questions about it. Its rather rude.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 16:50:07 +0000

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