Friday, February 3, 2012

Bombay.

So heavy eyelid collapsing on bed.
So sluggish and out of breath.
So surfing the world next to tiny open window.
So unwritten on stationery.
So wasteful culinary experiments.
So seeking pockets of the rest of the world.
So comfortably cheap hangouts.
So suspicious of ricksha fare.
So advertising wilderness.
So boringly different all the time.
So no time for hair and lips.
So broken down notions.
So frustratingly atypical.
So un-hot college girls.
So unusually myopic bomayite.
So migrant utopia.
So local train announcements.
So sunglassed lack of grunge.
So so many windows.