Fan 1.

I like youandI.
youandI are purple.
"Would this do just as well?"
Would you do just as well?
Disappointment is crossing over and recombining in me.
I thought you could see me.
I suppose the fan was far too loud.

For love, whenever I find you.


Dearest Acha,
I remember that you said that there was a child in every one of us. Wishing you a happy birthday. Though we won't be there to blow your candles out and since your growing bigger now I hope that wonderful kid in you won't fade.
--- Love
Gyelek

I saw him sitting on the pavement of a bylane. Park Street. I think the bylane had a restaurant called Malgudi. He was reading her. The watering of my mouth and anticipation clouded the Calcutta road into my squirrel. Was I confusing the road and him? I wanted to sit next to him and feel his moist kurta against my thigh. I wanted to be able to smell his onion odour.

I turned 21 a few weeks ago. My brother sent me "The Newspaper Dog" by Enid Blyton. It has a hard cover and pretty illustrations, he points out.

http://www.time.com/time/quotes/0,26174,1222209,00.html

This is how the world's largest growing economy handles the spread of rabies. Clearly there is no relationship between economy and compassion. Or is there?