We got up late. Wanksta, Radhe and me. We picked up a couple of photographs that we had asked to be developed and chatted indecisively as to where to spend the afternoon. We finally headed to a local coffee shop with two packs of playing cards in hand.
As expected, the coffee shop was far from crowded. Our patron, clawingly welcoming and coffee, annoyingly bitter. Couldn't blame him; business was slow and he was happy to have human company. He thanked us a gazillion times for being there. We found three couches in a corner with a nice table in-between. We had a separate cup filled with sugar and tried in vain to breathe taste back into our brew. We played a couple of rounds. We were too tired to continue after a while.
Wanksta, to my left, took off his slippers and stretched himself out on the couch. In a couple of minutes he was off to lands where no man has ever been before - dozing off. Radhe, to my right, had found a bunch of the day's newspapers and was reading them with a twinkle in his eye. Before i asked him why, he looked upto me and said, "How much ever i get to read the news online, the feeling of holding a newspaper in my hand is totally something else; the smell. Don't you think so?" I just smiled and nodded. I was already looking at the light through the window, falling on wanksta's face and the glow the table lamp was putting around Radhe. I whipped out my camera and set out calculating how best i could capture it.
Have you ever looked at an animal in the wild? The joy of seeing a wild animal in its element, doing what it does best. The moment at the coffee shop seemed strangely similar. Wanksta taking a nap, Radhe perusing the paper and me with my camera. Everything seemed in place; right where they should be.
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7 comments:
"Wild Animal in its element" and a haggard soul taking a nap, an apt comparison indeed, this calls for sonnet in your praise...
To Vicks:
Oh mighty guardian of the Goddess of thunder
conjuring verbose magic,now a deceased wonder
illustrious inheritors,TALL and brim with fame
Alas another sperm, hallowed by the scattergood flame
praise such as this i can do without! save your words for things worth the effort; not for sketching on water :-)
mani..whatever did that verse of urs mean??
ha ha..indira, some crypts are better left undeciphered!!
try and figure it out
Wanksta, your quote from the Kalamma Sutra has moved to Nothing
u r the one that usually explains things even if I dont want to listen...strange..whats stopping u now?
I do not want to deprive you of the joy and ecstacy of discovery,you get a kick outta it if you crack it urself..
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