Sunday, January 28, 2007

My fourth encounter with the peacock

I'm tired
He says, I'm tireder
Saying so we share our tiredness
In sullen silence
Staring at the Sahyadri

I stretch my legs, twitch my back, massage my forehead
Whistle Mozart (badly)
He de-feathers himself
Manicures his beak
Pulls out a joint
We smoke it, one puff after the other
Watching the Swargavahini river twist
this way, that way
Quite randomly

This is life, we tell each other
And light one more joint

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