It hinges around itself.It has no future.It is pinned down to no past.It’s a pun on the present.Its a little yellow butterfly.It has taken these wretched hillsunder its wings.Just a pinch of yellow,it opens before it closesand it closes before it owhere is it?
The booking clerk believes in the doctrineof the next trainwhen conversations turns to timehe talks his tonguehands it to you across the counterand directs you to the superiorthe two headed station masterbelongs to a sectthat rejects every time tablenot published in the year the track was laid.an apocryphalbut interprets the first time tablewith the freedom…
looked up from its grazingwhen chaitanya came in sight.the hills remained stillwhen chaitanyawas passing bya cowbell tinkledwhen he disappeared from viewand the herd of legendsreturned to its grazing[ From Jejuri ]
it was one more temple.He looked inside.Wonderingwhich god he was going to find.He quickly turned awaywhen a wide eyed calflooked back at him.It isn’t another temple,he said,it’s just a cowshed.
the dividing lineif it existsis very thinat jejuriand every other stoneis god or his cousinthere is no cropother than godand god is harvested herearound the yearand round the clockout of the bad earthand the hard rockthat giant hunk of rockthe size of a bedroomis khandoba’s wife turned to stonethe crack that runs right acrossis the…
There is nothing in it.Except the hundred years of silt.
His name is Yeshwant Raoand he’s one of the best.look him upwhen you are in Jejuri next.Of course he’s only a second class godand his place is just outside the main temple.Outside even of the outer wall.As if he belongedamong the tradesmen and the lepers.I’ve known godsprettier facedor straighter laced.Gods who soak you for your…
yesterdaywith a piece of chalkon the back of the twenty foottortoisesmudges under the bare feetand gets fainter all the time asthe children run.
The result is always the same:She wins,I lose.But sometimes when her tigersare on the rampage,and I’ve lost half my herd of sheep,help comes from unexpected quarters:Above.The Rusty Shield Bearer,neutral till then,para-drops a winning flower —yellowand irrelevant —on the checkerboarddrawn on the pavement in charcoal,cutting off the retreatof one tiger,and giving a check to the other;and…
Yesthats what it is.
