Picket Fences

Monday, January 30, 2006

A plate of mozzarella sticks




Today I met her, she was wearing gray woolen suit, had the same gray eyes since the last time I met her, her fair powerful oval face, her brown hair with a soft curl, her small thin lips, her sharp strong nose...her arched penciled eyebrows...everything just in place..She had met me after almost 6 months...

We met in a small Ice-cream parlor, the sepia colored lights... were reflecting the warmth in her hazel eyes..she ordered a plate of mozzarella stickswe sat opposite to each other staring at the plate, there were 5 sticks in a row and a sumptuous amount of marinara sauce...

Her name is "life"...in T**** sh"Life"...Plucked the Marinara sticks with delicate gesture of a mermaid...I watched her hand and her mouth which twisted in a sensuous satisfaction.once the sticks were deliciously dissolved, her ..Pout became more daring...

She began with her months of work in T***** her tedious hours, the slavish society, lack of education...It's a pleasure to watch her unveil the layers of humane pathos in difficult English...much of it sounds like you have thrown couple of stones inside a box... and rattling it hysterically .

Her Nobel goal of bringing all nations under one umbrella despite bankruptcy on personal front amazes me..

"You know there is so much happening in T*** politics"..She leans and whispers...

"people want to have Nuclear power station therepeople are bought my dearj ..Every one of them...youj know I don't approve of itj"her cute face glows in the brown golden shades of the lamps in the hall...
Her fingers play twiddle Dee -twiddle thumb on the plate...she looks far away, her tears seem to stop at one end of the horizon .

"I like flying...When I sit on the plane and look down everything seems the same...a bird's view that is...It's all a piece of land... One piece...Why do they want a Nuclear reactor in T**** people are hungry for money, but I don't like it" I am fascinated by her imagination and thoughts that are unbounded, which keep up the spirit of patriotism.

"Life" -talks in between sobs.." I am doing so much I am tiered youj know...and I am getting a divorce, I don't have a job, I can't support my son with the money I get in T*****,I can't perfect anything neither my organization (which is a non profit and needs a loth of work) nor my son"

her sobs pale in to the hues of the room....

"take up a job -"life"

" I don't want to work 9 to 5 jobs, I cannot get enough time to do other thingsI consider this as an investment for the future, I don’t wanth money, food, clothes...I just want a warm home"She giggles with an infantile froth..."okay""how are you planning to manage"?by then the plate was half empty and there were two more of my Mozzarella sticks left over...

I waited for her reaction and picked up one more..

"I don't know, I guess I will try setting up something in T****, and then work towards grants...by then our separation would come across, I can take up an office and home "

then there was one more mozzarella stick we both were slyly eyeing at the same... time.

This woman of great vision penniless with no food and shelter sat in front of me...she was absolutely poor, she had debts and problems....but every word she speaks in terms of her beautiful tomorrows etch a snap shot in your eyes...the marvelous dreams of humanity stand waiting at her door step in shriveled poverty yet she continues like a storm in the wind...

I leave the last mozzarella stick on the plate for a long time...

when we fisnished all our stories of sisterhood and heartache...she presented mea box of rose herbal tea...we sat in silence ..

.her fingers again plucked the last mozzarella stick ..

I smiled at her fondly and watched her 32 teeth bloom between the bread crumbs...