Things that happen

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A simple thing like waking up unusually early one day can change your life forever, or at least for the life span of a cat. Here’s what happened one beautifully crisp morning in December.

Decided to take Amu driving at 7am as the stretch of road where I teach her is relatively car-free and less intimidating then.

In the parking area of our apartment building rang out the forlornly incessant mewing of a decidedly small cat. The mysterious mewing kitty was hiding in the space between the top of the wheel and the chassis of our car, rendering us incapable of driving away without getting it out first.

Seeing us standing around helpless, the chowkidar fetched a stick to get the invisible noisemaker to jump off and run out. What emerged was a tiny grease-covered creature of indeterminate colour and scared blue eyes. I picked her up to stop her…

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door of night

Can’t revelation be regaled to revel
At night, at dusk and at bark of noon?

And will the door of night be a willing
Supplicant to care, to limb and rust?

Will tar cancel out feathers of yester
Day, day after, and this fluff of now?

Door of night is content with
Ringing the dust-bell of a
Skylark and betting on the
Five lashes that patience affords.


Sunlit troubadours 
     speak half-truths,
     tell quarter-tales,
     rhyme none, knock
On the door of night.

islands of deceit obscure logic,
the cleric rebounds from bile to
bile, and pronounces, pounces; it
behoves him now to come naked in
front of the door of night and cry.