Friday, October 14, 2005

Another Friday, Another 55 (give or take a few)

As it starts to drizzle, the brick pavement glistens and green streetlights are reflected off puddles. Across the street, two Chinese people stop and look admiringly at a flowery trashcan shaped whimsically like a teddy bear. An African American man walks past the window and then bends down to do his namaaz.

I look at the rosy-pink cover of ‘The Crazed’ that I have laid aside for a few minutes. At the next table, a young Indian man smiles briefly at me before turning back to his laptop. Tired and a little cold, I sit inside the warm yellow interior of the café, sipping a vanilla latte and savouring possibilities.

In defence of the extra 55 words here, I present the following:
"... brevity has the cardinal virtue of preserving time for advertising. I don’t see it as the concern of literature to perpetuate or enshrine this" - W. Paul Anderson


At 12:44 AM , Blogger InAustin said...

Who is the mysterious young Indian man? Tell tell.

At 10:56 AM , Blogger Seema said...

Yeah do tell tell.

At 1:58 AM , Blogger Stormy Zephyr said...

A single malt would be a nice choice in the cold.

At 8:49 PM , Blogger Aditi said...

Inaustin and Blue Dragon, sadly the mysterious young man remained just that - ships passing in the night and what not.

SS, a beaker of the true and blushful Hippocrene with a side of Ha Jin sounds like far too morbid a combination.

At 1:51 AM , Blogger Stormy Zephyr said...

Hippocrene...does the fountain dispense with single malt, these days? I should make a trip to Helicon. I might even get to meet the Naiades. Care to come?

There was that ship, which came to a lumbering stop, for it lost track of the beacon from the lighthouse.


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