I went rather late. In midst of going or not going which has become a pattern. The sun became orange and soon hid behind city buildings. I was still in metro. I took two tuk tuks and still had to walk. The air changed to worst. The smell. Blood was seen spilled. The water filled pot holed roads. I bought four chocolates for the girl and one for the boy. I reached without straying anywhere else. I arrived at a time when she was looking at herself in the mirror when she saw me from the sides of her eye. And hid herself behind the door. She was humming a song. Combing her wet hair. Looking at herself. But as she hid herself from my gaze, she was smiling, she was shying as she always did. I asked about her health. If she is studying? of course not. I met her brother. I remembered him fondly. I had filmed them both a year ago for over a week. He was the most interactive little boy facing camera confidently. I gave both of them each two dairy milk chocolates. I asked her if the Americans had given her what she had asked for? First she said no, but then acknowledged it. I didn’t ask anything more. I was only happy to see her and I didn’t want nothing else. Though i wish to see her soon again and cast her in one of my films soon.
The region near the black mountain always changes the workings of breath. Even as of today body felt dramatic change as it came in contact with the toxicated air. My lungs felt choked. It was poisonous, dusty again, People, living like open cattle in a bin of a space. The demon land stood just behind. Just as I have seen him, studied for all these years, but it is only now that I have taken a resolve. It is now. It starts now.
Looking forward for the fifty one days of winter.