Calicut, British India
04:23 AM
12.01.1901
” tock tock slap…clunk “
” tock slap slap slap.. “
” zrrrr. “
‘argh! fusions of restlessness are combining with this early morning. taking no call to fade into this damn morning.’
deteriorated thoughts of his writer repute.
typewriter making too much noises, though less than theirs and their bed made up of Burma teak.
‘ call me a rhapsody bathtub and suckle all the fiction out of me. make the foam bath my haunted past in it. ‘ he whispers to himself.
Melantha. On the couch. pouring out the last cigarette.
No lipstick, just a deep dark stare at him with a lick.
” clink !“. Burns the boudoir cigarette.
‘I am staring at her lips. Oh! I see them in monochrome. oh is the light?’
‘ Is it the jazz he needs from my mouth at an uneven beat in this morning hours?’
‘ What’s going in her head?
Oh I remember. I hunted that leopard in one of the forests of Madras Presidency.’
” tock tock tick tock.. “
” slap slap slap..clunk! “
‘ oh where’s this glorious art. This Melantha? ‘