Wednesday, January 30, 2019

barks and cascades

Its 11 44 pm. Jetlagged. 
kolkata is not serene or silent. 

Stray dogs. It requires an extension of vocabulary to describe the kinds of sounds dogs are capable of making. Specially when you have about a 1000 of them in a pretty small radius. Sounds as varied as the breeds that make them. Yelps , yodels, howls, woofwoofwoofs?, WOOOOOF, oooooooooooows, aye aye aye ayes.

 The hummm of conversation, quasi constant. The cat(S), almost as varied as the dogs. TV. Car doors. Car horns Peeeeep peeep. A train. A steel plate. Someone somewhere just dropped a steel plate. It clanked. It didn’t break ( i suppose it didn’t, its steel isn’t it) 
And then, this,
Sitar.
Strains of  someone playing the sitar,
The stuff George Harrison played Norwegian Wood on. Ravi Shankar? 
Its Like
Ripples and cascades
Of some mountain stream 

So pretty,
1154. pm. 
goodnight.

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