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.