The Caffeine High

Sounds from the other room trickle in from the pigeon holes, the filled and the un-filled ones. The work-in-progress chatter, the dialogue of rogues playing brother-sister, friends find their meandering way to me throughout the day. News of an impending match looming over the horizon of tomorrow stealthily scurries away into the night of today from the pigeon holes and its out. The freedom of a fugitive escaping from the gallows just a day, a couple of hours before its prosecution. Whew!!! What an escape…the holes…they helped. A muffled good night, wrapped in tender cotton wool love floats over the pigeon holes and rests against my cheeks delicately. A pink blush rushed up and spreads like wildfire across your smile..and I feel its warmth and the subdued heat. The air around me becomes slightly cozier, like a mal-mal dohar wrapped around me…all this from the draft through the pigeon holes. A conversation from across the mangroves is kindled, stoked and nurtured…distances between, us and the timezones dissolve and a connection is established, through the pigeon holes.

The day divided into squares, holding disparate moments, seemingly symmetrical, well laid out…but each one organically different. A love, all encompassing, cut up into pieces for ease of storage, cataloguing..and yet, magically a whole. A whole loaf of love, delivered to me, like daily letters..in my pigeon holes.