IN DIRE NEED by Devayani Anvekar
Image | Cottonbro Studios IN DIRE NEED To have some fruitful talks. Often seated here in this unpolished, grey, granite stone garden bench. No giant foams of snow from heaven’s sky comes down and covers it in December. Tanned crisp leaves in October. Soft violet-blue flowers during May June monsoon. Strewn on it by branches of jarul trees that house it in their cool hut of calm shade. Crushed minced under often shifted weight of your bottom. As your fingers graze the screen of your smartphone glow like a wizard’s crystal ball, foretell things, the wizard commands it to. You akin to a brown sparrow land on dirt and speck the surface for worms and seeds. Now and then raising its little head and looking hither thither. You wait to meet and talk with others. Clear your mind. Listen to others. Know if others mind too, similarly confused. Others too, like you, trying to understand and know their innermost blurred part and retr...
