There is no connection, but perhaps there is that as the poder blows his wind-horn peacocks answer with loud honks and it is suddenly clear to me that I must thank someone for the vocalisations of the earth and the deep pits of words.
It’s true that I feel comfortable only in unexplained worlds…
All that I ever sought was the excitement of things passing by, Of discovering the soft undersides of broad leaves, knowing that it’s our wanderings that will have the firmest hold on us.
And so, I have revelled in the many returns of the eye to the margins of leaves and pages In the hope that there I would find slivers of a slender heaven.
(poder: a Goan bread vendor who blows a horn to announce his arrival). __ Salil Chaturvedi salilwheels@gmail.com