Saturday, August 9th, 2008



May be visiting the british colonial land! I hope nobody says "English Tea" in a non-sarcastic way.

... thought of a man I met in India, a toilet-cleaner in a washroom. But I didn't have any money to give him. I was told that he... hung about, cleaning the loo, but he wasn't employed there.

Anyway. Started painting a painting and wrote a poem.

love laws )

Title comes from the book by Arundhati Roy, "The God of Small Things", which is the quite possibly the best thing ever. A contender.

Anyway.

How're you doing?

Take care.
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Saturday, July 26th, 2008



Visited Kerela, India again.

Came back, got a fever, lost the interest in stuffing my face all the time. It's quite interesting.

The power goes out, but nobody stopped making meter-long tea or slicing pieces of banana into the oil vat. Nobody really minds, it's just a daily Thing, and after a while you stop noticing it. The first time the power goes out and you're on the toilet and you're not so sure everything will be lit in 30 seconds may be a little harrowing, but there's something so utterly inconsequential about it.

And then you realise why, panicking because in the little place you stop to have breakfast there's one of the most magnificent drawings in the Disney Tarzan film come to life out one side and monkeys and cars and a public bathroom that, quite frankly, scares the shit out of you on the other… the view is spectacular. A waterfall surrounded by forest. A forest that randomly rustles, that goes over mountains, flowing over everything. And they tell you that you're following the river back, the waterfall's river, back down to its source… following the monkeys and the almost-empty roads, the bamboo groves and all the while you're panicking because they said you have to walk inside the rainforest.

Have you ever seen a leech? They're… not much. But they're terrifying after about the… first story of them sliding up vaginas and penises. And so the whole trip is spent panicking, panicking about bloodsucking leeches and life taking snakes and all sorts of other things you're defenceless against.

And then you're inside the rainforest, on an inconsequential road, hoping the elephants don't burst out of wherever they're hiding and charge… but you kind of want to see them, because they're… mysterious and massive and they don't care in the least about you.

Winding and winding down the road towards sea level, the trunk is left open for a moment too long and a monkey has the bananas. And you watch in wonder as at least twenty of them come in single file, 'round the corner or down the mountain or… and you're racing away but you want to stay because wow.

And then you're driving through a city again and into a different kind of forest, the yellow grass kind, with fleet-footed Bambi deer and you've seen three types of monkeys on this trip… one types near people, another type in the rainforest and yet another in the yellow, more knee-high forests. And you don't know yet, but there are peacocks waiting to show themselves on the trip back.

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Tuesday, August 15th, 2006



India! )

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Saturday, September 17th, 2005

[Title]: Fever
[Author]: Moi
[Warnings]: If you get offended easily DON’T BOTHER WITH THIS ONE. Just so you know, I have nothing against housewives. It’s just an observation/perverted misinterpretation of a character set in Sri Lanka.
[Author’s Nothes]: Beta’d by fantabulous [info]ravenpan who is exceedingly patient with me. Written for the AWDT from [info]jamie2109 and [info]nocturnali. The prompt was that the story needs to contain a dream sequence, or be a dream.


Drabble )
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