and I can hear him
lighting his cigarette
while I wander in
my mind to Five Gardens
in Bombay
and become a bat
hanging from a tree there
there were so many
and I am now one of them
it’s an exciting life
flying in the sky at night
and watching these people
exercise morning
and evening
and folks sitting
on the railings also
watch them
and I see the lovers
angry one moment
and melting in love
the next
like Panchamma
who laughs and cries
so easily
and Mani laughs again
and I’m back in Kumily
as he sings a line
of song
and I listen to my
neighbours chatter
about this and that matter.