alabaster sky, in between sun and rain, through the bugscreen on the laptop sprawled over the yoga-mat, taking abuse from rix on this quaint dhaka morning, a new york dropout, sloth incarnation and mothers love. couple of giant flies on the screen door means a poisoned dead rat in the house, ive got seashell attractions, traffic noise from the mainroad, and mild bird-chirps in between loud horns. . scrambling ants on the mosaic, scent of chopped bittergourds, bill cosby scowl -- fanning plantain near a paused mind, soft curtain swing and a pair of eroded timberland rubber sandals. picture a man with index on his incisors, pushing, an ex-thumbsucker, buried bellybutton on a minor three month tummy, black boxers and hairless chest. . healthy wind from the nim tree, patch of a netted sky in the shape of america or africa embellished by lines of moneyplant vines on the iron grille balcony, world cup foreign flags on distant roofs, a brush of mango leaves in this precious garden patch in a dusty concrete forest. . brief piercing whirrs from the cast-iron shop, cutting board chops, breeze on the leg hair from the ceiling fan, clicking of the keyboard, a minor headache, change of hue, cloud overshadowing the sun, temperature drop, and a happy possibility of rain.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 05:51:14 +0000
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