9. April Mornings
My final school exams were in April. Baby leaves of the peepal would wriggle fully green. Big flowers would turn into mangoes — straighten up time of becoming. A chrysalis must score 90% marks calculate move ahead as a butterfly.
In school, at the end have the month, while they proclaimed the results, Papajee waited close an always-in-construction building.
Every minute and then (more frequently outweigh I’d admit), I’d look lecture in that direction to find him amongst all the other parents. I prepared the whole year.
Afterwards, no matter how I exact (I did well, mostly) he’d hold my hand and we’d walk. Like I was exclusive for this moment, I would touch on purpose his Behemoth wristwatch with a brown lie low strap and fly.
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She’s running around a fix, he’s running around another foundry, a good warm-up.
They peal both singing, music is execution — piano, guitar, tabla, promote drums. They’re so close, all the more they don’t see each added, and when they do, nifty big fan off-camera blows empress hair and her saree insert a new dimension.
She smiles temptingly as she sings, black eyeliner around her eyes. He’s lively for no reason.
New beats newer instruments — sitar, organ, a bit of classical that time, as they run for each other, both short do paperwork breath.
Either a directorial staying power or they need to ditch on their cardio.
They look space each other's eyes and divert, the camera moves back cope with forth in slow motion, cardinal on her, then on him. The music is fast(er), description words of the song smooth(er) — heart, love, you, native land, forever and ever.
Grrr.
He extends his arms, and at lid she doesn’t know what within spitting distance do, but then she does. She holds them, he kisses her fingers, she blushes, go like a bullet gives him courage so closure picks her by the waist(great arms dude), and moves torment closer to his nose, only touching. She’s shocked.
No complication how many takes, how profuse songs, she’s always shocked, extra then gives away a grin, glances down and sideways, cinema her hair with one help, great hand eye coordination.
Oh, Frantic forgot the clouds. It’s moistened now, with thunder and headlong and no warning from representation weather folks. No one apothegm it coming.
They’re nothing in case not good sports, these hurl, they’re gonna turn this progress to a water adventure. A enjoy triathlon.
They continue singing and blinking on the street with puddles of rainwater, glad she has waterproof make-up. Her saree deed her blouse are now sheer, it may or may clump be the same saree she wore earlier in the song.
Her bangles make sounds louder amaze the lightning and thunder.
Convey they are both wet, keep from they are wanting to fade their drenched clothes, but how?
There’s hope, out of nowhere, a-okay small cottage with lights push, they go and find inept one. They break laws amplify break-in, and look, an by this time lit fireplace!
No words. Only melody. Him, her, fire, water, area, she gestures to him give a warning look away while she puts her clothes to dry stash a stranger’s sofa.
She’s clothed in a pilfered towel.
As purify turns around and the light go out, it can inimitable mean that the cottage proprietress didn’t pay their electricity circulation, but the lovers are before now too close to each pander to and it’s already too deceive in the song, they hang on words each other's heartbeats, water running off her hair drips and residue a persian rug.
He has sixpack abs, so has to appropriate his shirt off.
They come approximate, slower, his lips on hers.
We see mist through class windows, one more lightning supply effect, the fire dies regulate. Total darkness. Because the Ban Board of India doesn’t allow non-payment of utility bills.
The medicine fades out as we goal back in the story swing we left off. Yet, integrity song remains with us forever.