3 WITCHES
THERE.... There they were....there they were sleeping on the corner of the busiest road in town
in the daze of the traffic, in the blur of the headlights, screaming vehicles, ready to go on a rampage, horns yelling their heads off in a wanton effort to be heard to and attended to and given way...
but they slept undeterred, their backs to the whole wide world around them. to people in the relentless race of their lives...They slept on untired,unmindful, unheeding! The three laid out to rest while they day dragged itself to a loose end.
My three witches, they slept on...I encountered them on a 'rimzim day'...It's not so much the monsoon but the idea of those buxom winds that makes this dry state put name to indulgences like a sweetened soda water, with a rainy name like that...But id havta go with the name...Nothing else quenches your dry senses on a hot dry day and perks up your eyes like you just got out of the longest stupid, languid stupor. Well, that’s when I met them....
She sat before me while I slipped my rimzim and made conversation with a friend. One of the wisest of eyes I will look into in a very long time to come. Latika. eight year old Latika
(Mind you she knew about the Slumdog fame that the name bore). She called me names,she bore down insults and spat. But her eyes held me captive. Her sisters bristling in the background. Both carrying proudly names of two actresses who are real life sisters. One the reigning queen of the 90's the other slowly becoming the heir apparent of the crown of celluloid. While the while the -named-after-a-creeper eight year old latika sweleterd in the heat and begged and begged and begged with her famous name bearing sisters aged twelve and five.
Latika and her actress-named sisters climb a burly bus to the city and park themselves in front of a hukkah bar and spend their days, laughing and begging. Latika knows how to weedle money out of lovers and pass crude messages to passerby strangers and say its from you.Yes she's all that and more.
Her sisters on the other hand, couldn't have had a generous life. They couldnt be happier or thrilled by life in this dark lane. Twelve year old Actress A, dreams of her 'lover' and turns crimson when she hears an Enrique Iglesius number. He is a driver and passion seems to be propelling the age old customs of love othis child who seems wise beyond the years.
Fiver year old Actress B is the kid. Forvever laughing or driving her sisters to insanity by creating conflicts where there are none. Her ability rests in crying one minute and laughing the next.She accepts food with grace but eats like a true beggar.Getting beaten up by a ruthless Latika and threatened by Actress A, B seems content to indulge in two singularly parallel emotions in life.Utterly adorable big eyes with an easy smile she has all the makings of the heir apparent actress. Actress A on the other hand is fastidious in love and lives on its fringes.
So while they twisted, they turned, they ranted they raved, laughed at my indulgences and motioned me with a curse, they hissed and chastised and ran behind each another blooming day all the while. Did I not hear them say
"Fair is foul and foul is fair.
Hover through the fog and filthy air."
The three witches
Macbeth
William Shakespeare
in the daze of the traffic, in the blur of the headlights, screaming vehicles, ready to go on a rampage, horns yelling their heads off in a wanton effort to be heard to and attended to and given way...
but they slept undeterred, their backs to the whole wide world around them. to people in the relentless race of their lives...They slept on untired,unmindful, unheeding! The three laid out to rest while they day dragged itself to a loose end.
My three witches, they slept on...I encountered them on a 'rimzim day'...It's not so much the monsoon but the idea of those buxom winds that makes this dry state put name to indulgences like a sweetened soda water, with a rainy name like that...But id havta go with the name...Nothing else quenches your dry senses on a hot dry day and perks up your eyes like you just got out of the longest stupid, languid stupor. Well, that’s when I met them....
She sat before me while I slipped my rimzim and made conversation with a friend. One of the wisest of eyes I will look into in a very long time to come. Latika. eight year old Latika
(Mind you she knew about the Slumdog fame that the name bore). She called me names,she bore down insults and spat. But her eyes held me captive. Her sisters bristling in the background. Both carrying proudly names of two actresses who are real life sisters. One the reigning queen of the 90's the other slowly becoming the heir apparent of the crown of celluloid. While the while the -named-after-a-creeper eight year old latika sweleterd in the heat and begged and begged and begged with her famous name bearing sisters aged twelve and five.
Latika and her actress-named sisters climb a burly bus to the city and park themselves in front of a hukkah bar and spend their days, laughing and begging. Latika knows how to weedle money out of lovers and pass crude messages to passerby strangers and say its from you.Yes she's all that and more.
Her sisters on the other hand, couldn't have had a generous life. They couldnt be happier or thrilled by life in this dark lane. Twelve year old Actress A, dreams of her 'lover' and turns crimson when she hears an Enrique Iglesius number. He is a driver and passion seems to be propelling the age old customs of love othis child who seems wise beyond the years.
Fiver year old Actress B is the kid. Forvever laughing or driving her sisters to insanity by creating conflicts where there are none. Her ability rests in crying one minute and laughing the next.She accepts food with grace but eats like a true beggar.Getting beaten up by a ruthless Latika and threatened by Actress A, B seems content to indulge in two singularly parallel emotions in life.Utterly adorable big eyes with an easy smile she has all the makings of the heir apparent actress. Actress A on the other hand is fastidious in love and lives on its fringes.
So while they twisted, they turned, they ranted they raved, laughed at my indulgences and motioned me with a curse, they hissed and chastised and ran behind each another blooming day all the while. Did I not hear them say
"Fair is foul and foul is fair.
Hover through the fog and filthy air."
The three witches
Macbeth
William Shakespeare
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