Tuesday, April 7, 2009

oysters near the babughat

navigating the intricacies of this city

having never seen a street sign

North to South

Hooghly to Howrah

thirty-two distractions in eighteen different peripheal views,

it's nine thirty pm and i'm whispering to roving correspondents

Sunday's news.

on the metro between Tollygunge to Esplanade

i fumble into a friend with wife and two giggling girls

deep within the City of Joy,

I'm found

diving for her pearls.

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