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It started again, my nostalgic excursions, those that mean pain, and lots of them.
I remember a line we glorified as undergraduate students, back then in Rourkela

'freedom is a free market, and happiness a lifetime of shopping'

comrade, years that we wept together.

SOS Bunny

Whenever you come back here
Bring a grey T-shirt for me

because no one ever brings anything for me

The rate of change of time.

Part-1 : Dawn

Sheetal Bindra, 28 F
Software Executive
Mumbai

5 A.M. Slaps a buzzing clock

5.13 A.M. Bowels on their way to the Arabian sea.
Teeth whiter than before.

5.21A.M. A customary hug from Armaan.

5.30-6.00A.M. Brownian motion.
Kitchen…Monty…T.V. ….Armaan…

6.15 A.M. Monty waves his hands as the school bus disappears.

6.20 – 6.45 A.M. Plans for the day with Armaan
Car finance…white wash…Harry Potter…Afia’s birthday

7.13 A.M. Armaan flies a kiss before dropping her at the bus stop.
(a gesture to be taken for spousal love and care)

7.27 A.M. Exasperated by the bus-wait

7.33 A.M. Picks a rick for Andheri.

7.55 A.M. Churchgate Fast on platform no. 5

8.00-8.32 A.M. Oscillating odyssey of a Mumbai Local

8.44-9.02 A.M. Runs into Prachi in the sidewalks of Eros on her way to Fountain.
Flattered by her compliments for the new earrings.

9.32A.M. Someone stinks in that overcrowded lift

9.45 A.M. Late again. But at the desk eventually.




Bony Kosaya, 27, M
Thinker
Zobro

Before 6A.M. Off to the fields…..as merry as cricket
(Fortnightly/annum)

6.30 – 10.23 Snores (>100db)

10.41 Avoids a fleck of light incident through a chink on the roof

10.42 – 10.51 intermittent turns on the cot

10.55 First yawn of the day

11.17 Geared for Govind

11.30 – 1.00P.M. Talks over tea
…airtel’s new scheme….neighborhood adulteries….KBC….
… employment….American Imperialism…her curves…

1.30 P.M. Lunch before WWE perversions on Ten Sports


The rate of change of time intends to feel the rhythms of a place

Was trying to imagine how you look with that haircut.
May be I scan the old albums now and upload some pics

My printer has a magenta bias. And I remember.


She has stopped loving me.
There were days when I fixed my gaze on the turn in my street.
She appeared.
And before disappearing, turned once to wave her hands.

From my balcony, it used to be so pleasantly simple
Before a bath, we shared.


After so long and in these ugly times without even her possibility, I think of her and remind myself.
How shamelessly have I continued this.
The farce of loving her.

My dog explains through his tired breath.
Does it happen yet?