Leaving hills

Kings of the world, raise your great white heads and laugh. I look up the blue-vaulted sky around me and I see you. I see you all, from east to west, a wall.
Long after, when I’m leaving, you recede at a stately grace. Down from your head to your chest I slide, along winding roads I descend. Clouds below me part, and re-form above me, far above me. There I was, by that crag, on that cliff…but its already ten minutes in the past, and I’m leaving your presence. A fall.
Now I descend to your knees. The folds of your skirt undulate slowly, surely. Down them I slide inexorably.
You’re gone now, a few miles to the east. An unending wall of dark grey, black. Clouds far up your slopes, hiding your face, like frozen breath. You will become ghosts soon, then a distant outline, like a myth at the margins of that road. Far along the horizon you’ll form the dream line to your echoing magic kingdom.
Kings of the world, I close my eyes and remember your proud heads of snow.

In name of the fahter, son, and the holy mook, I now prescribe you can and jipe. May you always moon each other for the rest of yer harried life and love, blemish and have to hold (the derriere) till bad breath do yer apart. If any horse present should think this couple should not neigh then gargle now or forever hold my piece. Oi, fella, you may now…damn…yer should’ve waited now!!

A pointless tale

The moon had not yet risen and the distant vapid chatter of Café Coffee Day wafted in the air. A group of old ladies huddled around a pet dog who was finding it difficult to pee because of the peer pressure. He went ahead anyway, for every canine will do his pee.
“Gimme your hand”, said Rudder to Mandy.
“Um…er…shouldn’t you ask first?” Mandy looked suitably stricken.
“hmm…phew…wheez..give me the hand anyway.” Damn, thought Rudder, what the fuck am I doing?
But the hand came, and the ring was gently-hopefully- pushed up the little finger.
“Mandy, will you marry me?” asked Rudder.
“Its small,” said Mandy. Damn, she thought, keep your fool mouth shut.
“Shit, really? Let’s go to the shop,” said Rudder, wondering, is her little finger thicker than mine?
The dog barked a couple of times, and Mandy said yes. Someone in Café Coffee Day laughed loudly.
Oh my GOD! Thought Mandy. Who do I tell?
“Um…let’s have dinner,” said Rudder

xxxxx

And now it was time to tell. They got to Rudder’s house. The ground floor door was open. Sandeep was sitting devouring a packet of sweets. Rudder decided to be cool and let Mandy do the squirming.
“Sandeep, we’re getting married!!!” squealed Mandy.
“Fuck really?” Sandeep asked between mouthfuls.
Mandy showed him the ring.
“Nice, lo, mu meetha karo.” The packet of sweets was brandished. “On second thoughts, I’ll do mu meetha for everyone’s sake.” More gobbling.
Rudder was being cool, grinning mysteriously. Nobody fell for it.
Brudder came down the stairs, mumbling something in his usual unintelligible way.
Rudder was still being cool.
Mandy, brandishing the (small) ring, “guess who’s getting married?”
Brudder blubbered, mumbled, smiled weakly and half raised his hands in surprise. Rudder kept cool, and glared. Mandy simpered happily.
“Ok don’t say a word. I’m dying of embarrassment,” said Mandy and shut the door on the mumbling Brudder.

xxxx

Driving back, Mandy called Prachi. “I’m under your house. Come down quick, I’ve got to show you something. Quick quick quick!”
Prachi sleepily, “what is it?”
“Uff, come down!”
Prachi wandered down, looking sleepy and grumpy. “Why did you have to call me down?”
Mandy’s words weren’t heard due to a passing car horn. Later there were squealings.

xxxx

“Beq, I’m under your house, come down! I’ve got to show you something.”
Beq was trying to hold down a ferocious jet of water which had half inundated his kitchen, even as his landlord was calmly brandishing a wrench at it.
“You’ll have to come up, I’m drowning in a flood…aargh.” The water escaped his ministrations and gargled into his mouth. Mandy heard the wheezing, and came up and showed him the ring, grinning like an insane marionette.
Wet Beq, “Fuck, really, hang on.”
The landlord worked his magic with the wrench and politely refused to use a black towel that Beq was trying to swathe him with.
The rest of it was an anticlimax. There was a good deal of smirking. But who cared? Rings were in the air.
A pale gibbous moon rose outside. Mandy began to change…