November 24. “Sorry, Button, but the ply will be put back outside the windows for some more repair work.”
“What are you saying? And just when my friends realized that I had not vanished from the face of this earth! But why?”
“What are you saying? And just when my friends realized that I had not vanished from the face of this earth! But why?”
If you don’t mind, I’ll go to sleep right away because tomorrow is yoga day and I’ll be up before 6. By the way, how did the tight hug feel? Liked it?”
“Button, in Sobo, the rains have not held for a moment since yesterday. But there has not been as much rain nearabouts the catchment areas!”
“Is it a solid mass?”
“Why do you think time is whizzing past?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea but it sure is scary.”
“I feel wonderful. I simply love being hugged by you.”
“Button, here’s a story from one of our pariah friends, Moti. Remember him? Felt like sharing it with you…”
I am Moti. I lived with a family on Carmichael Road who were very kind to me and took good care of me.
One fine day, a staff member beat me for no reason at all. In the process I bit him back so I could flee. I returned a couple of times only to be beaten again and again just like that!
What was your day like, Button?”
“Button, I don’t know if you find it strange but my girls who are now 32 and 33 still carry water bottles to work! I was sharing this fact with Dost and remembered their school days when I, personally, filled their bottles with water and packed their tiffin boxes!”
“Button, it’s a beautiful rainy Monday morning and guess what I am doing in the midst of reading the newspapers and not feeling a wee bit guilty.”