The couple conceptualizes the
beings of another couple in the spacious blinded window facing theirs. 'The
neighbors must be watching us', he says. 'Yes!' She says.
Their hairs wave along the
length of their arms. They disrobe and think of the other couple watching them
through their colonial blinds. Then they feel their shadows talking about them
and water staring through every bead at them while they lave their skin.
They close their window, and
through the blinds of their own they observe the couple on the other side. They
keep watching. Sundays are the best. Warm cats asleep on the cornice, the cups
of tea cooling down.
Sometimes they wish the other
window opens up to show the inside.
One Monday, the third one of
the month, right before the moon rises, as the couple stands near their window
and peeps through the blinds the other window opens. And
there stands a couple much like
themselves- the girl looks like the boy here and the boy there fashions after
the boy. The couple here can think of anything else but to open their own
window. The moment they do so they are in the other couple's room much like
The app-cab driver waits
outside the inn with an eye on the watch, old fashioned, fastened to his
thinning wrist. He knows it is silly, albeit he thinks his arms are wooden
in monsoon they swell and come winter they shrivel.
The stranger he will ferry to
the airport urged him to wait below as she ran upstairs, past the hotels
lobby, past the rickety bellhop, to make love with a stranger she met, because
this is a strange city.
Yonder, from the sea return the
fishermen with the booty of silver fish. Gills open and shut, shut and open.
The fish breathe in and breathe out for the last time as the stranger sprawls
wide and lets the other stranger enter into her. The linens are white, and they
are surrounded by blue walls narrow, because everything in this town is
narrow except the tourists. They are wide and liberal. They arrive from every
sphere and every stratum of life in every possible form.
When she comes down the app-cab
driver takes his stranger to the airport. The journey was silent although he
keeps his radio on, and the music is light. He keeps thinking about the fish
gills opening and shutting, breathing in and out.
At the gate of the
Departure he collects his fare and calls his wife,
Whats for the dinner, sweetie?
She says, Fish.