The day the water came

When rain walked in

through our huge hostel cupboard,

(like i said there are things---cupboard things

but you never believed me)

Those days when rain

strolled over capet and cambric table cloths,

i shared my room with two girls

who frigged themselves at oddest of hours

and i kept visiting Answer.com

to find synonyms of frigging

but always ending up keeping the word.

One of them used to say

Noah was coming on an ark to rescue us

and the otherone was a pagan,

me, i was in-between,always have been,

attracted by both,repelled by either.

They both had their many reasons to live,

i mean more reasons than me to live,

one wanted to get married to a rich guy to do charity

while the otherone

had always wished to visit Los Vegas once before dying.

I wanted to do neither,

nothing,to be honest so i suppose,i had lesser reasons.

By the third day,

we had to hike up our skirts to knees

to walk/float about the living room

but we had vowed to keep ourselves lipsticked

like the Pearl Harbour movie nurses did

through out the second world war...

Seventh day

and we were dialing all the numbers...

999,999,999

Brontes,Punraz,Thor,

Thor,Thor,Thor

Ukko,Indra,Thor again..

Eighth day

and all the girls with lesser reasons

to live debated leaving,

i had always known

water is like depression,it finds a way to seep in,

no matter what...

 11th day,

i went away with daddy

leaving both the girls behind who had more reasons to live

 16th day,

The water subsided after the massive tide,

last tide as they call it,

the room was the same,even their vibrators were intact,

humming,humming like they always did at oddest of hours..

I had to shuffle through the latter girl's

cupboard to find a black dress to wear 

'cause i dont have one,

i simply can't tolerate black..

Pinkie braided my hair to a somber

hair style

and we had to take a van to community market

to get lilies for both the girls and

our other dead class fellows.

It was one heck of a tiring day.. 

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Wow... what an experience. And told in such a way, as looking through the eyes of a younger self- thoughts, impressions, emotions, etc. Very hard to do, yet the presentation here is flawless. Beautifully done, my friend. Beautiful.

If you have not yet, you need to read Arundhati Roy's "The God of Small Things". I think you will appreciate her writing.