Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Moonless night

The grating rises. Inside, great coils sear with redness. The shroud is ripped off and thrown to a side. His hands are wrenched away from the tiny toes. With a firm push, the trolley races into the coils. Huge flames erupt, licking the shrivelled body. A lever is swung, the grating crashes down.

Morning. An ashen-faced man scans a shelf. An urn, neatly labelled, is placed on the counter. Ashes and a bone fragment.

A priest chants by a river. A brinjal and some white flowers float away.

Moonless night.
A bitch howls
by a dead puppy.


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