Bruno was my real friend.
Whether I cared or not,
He was never angry,
Like the human beings ,
He will meet me,
Lick me, jump stand
on his hind legs,
Whenever I came.
Whenever I was sad,
He will sneak silently,
near me and put his head,
In my lap or on my chest,
suck away all my sorrows.
Now he is gone,
left me weeping.
I wrote this when I was in Assam. When the winter begins to set in, it announces its arrival by the forming the fog in the morning. Due to the proximity of the river and lot of greenery causing the air to be heavy and pregnant with moisture. The streetlights seem to be lazily dozing off in the winter foggy nights; their light seems to be like a bird trapped in a web of dense fog and fluttering to break the snare and get free. In the morning the light seem to be tired like a prostitute who has not slept one wink during the night.
The people walking yonder seem to be like wraiths; they appear and disappear suddenly around the corners. When there is breeze the fog glides from one place to another riding on the breeze causing dappled light and shadows. The fog causes shadow shifting sorcery and in a moment the light becomes dark and vice versa. As the day progresses and arrives at noon, the fog vanishes and everything shines resplendently in the sun; the leaves of trees become translucent and shine brightly. Soon it is night again; the sun is gone; the fog again returns along with the night to hang like a gauge over everything. There is pal of gloom; the lights are again yellow and sick.
The story is set in the Sivasagar district of Assam. I was working there after a transfer from India’s most advanced city of Mumbai. This was transfer after long stay in Mumbai so it took some time to adjust in these surroundings. There is a big colony of our company and has given us quarters to live.
My family did not accompany me. The place is abysmal if you are alone as the area lags behind rest of India in progress and it is very difficult to spend the time. The place is full of natural beauty because of lack of progress in industries. In fact the place can boast of being few places free of pollution in India.
It was a holiday and as usual I was sitting in the Verandah. I saw a pair of mynah sitting on the fence of the opposite building boundary. Male warbled continuously; spread his feathers from time to time and moved his neck up and down as if beckoning someone. Was he calling to some another female even as his wife was sitting with him? Was he polygamous or a philanderer?
Female, on the contrary was very reticent and sat peacefully presenting a complete contrast to us humans where all the talking after the marriage is done by females and males only listens. Whenever, female jumped away a few steps, the male kept the distance constant and hopped too. He preened his feathers intermittently to look a toff.
There were squirrels frolicking and jumping from one branch to another branch of the trees; they nibbled at the gnarled surface of the tree to scoop the gums oozed by the tree. These squirrels are blacker and more agile in comparison to their cousins in the North India; they can as long as six to seven feet without any need to taxi before take off. They are a nightmare of betel nut growers as they nibble at fruit; eat some and throw away the rest.
Everyday every moment Kumbh Mela is taking place in his head but unlike that mela which takes place after every 12 years. Millions of ideas and trains of thoughts are jostling with one another pushing and colliding smashing one another like particles in a cyclotron and like trains derailing in India.
In this rush there are bound to be melees’ and many ideas are crushed under the groaning weight. His head buzzes like swarm of flies in a sweetmeat or mounds of detritus. You will often find him in a stupor with his body sleep walking under the orders of subconscious mind as they say that the conscious part of our mind is just but a miniscule island between the sea of subconscious. Incoherent babbling pours forth from his mouth and he is suddenly surprised by his condition when someone jolts him out of his reveries.
Tell me who is he?