The moments of eternal return..

'Hey whats up!... long time no see!!... have you forgotten that you were to chronicle the days as they pass by?... so go back to work...'

It was a bright sunny July day in the valley that we decided that we would go plunge into the unfathomable greens all around us.... but it was not long before we started feeling the green dampness devouring us... soon we were too exhausted to even look at each other seeking for the ulterior motive that fate had in mind to bring us together.. it is true that thought was what engrossed us until then... we were amazed to see ourselves come together yet another time.... but as Ruby or Mamata and even Pratibha would never have returned in that woods to pull us apart we worshiped Helena and the Eternal Return.... and returning as we were to the forest bungalow, the mythical chowkidar, Pado was what he was known as to the villagers around, came forward and asked for money so that he could bring us the secret snakecharming potion before its too late.... and we were late!....

Stories are being told.... images are being seen.... and they come from nowhere....

A sharp streak of sun across the uneven patio floor.... cheap plastic chairs... red, blue, green.... men in shorts... brownish bottles capped with a plug of sal-leaves... but we could not find the amunitions... it was after the sun would go down that me and the Man would trace our path down the hill in the search of some poultry... as it was still another three hours to go before then, we were caught in reminiscence... slowly the sun dies out... the shadows get longer.... some village women come uphill to get water from the bungalow tubewell.....

Glimpse of a red shirt.... creases of blue jeans... shiny brown back.... ripples in the water.... brown pebbles under the clear water.... each pebble had innumerables stories to tell... and we were there.... with keen ears....

Images and stories..... stories and images.... images that tell stories that have never happened.... stories creating images that never could have existed.....

I heard of Murakami from someone far away..... she just whispered, '...murakami'.... she said she doesn't talk much...

I tried hard to get to that 'Zone'... but got shot on the way...

I tried to sell some stolen kundera novels....

He refused the 'Enterprise'... I couldn't.. I preferred to smoke....

The water gets turbid... he preferred clear water...

"I got delayed... had a pin inside my shoe"

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