dampness

the state of yesterday still persists
and i keep asking with the imploring persistence of children when will the rain stop
and the casual answer,oh right now,or tomorrow
in 100 years of solitude,the rain in macondo goes on for four years,some weeks some days
i was telling nidhi now it feels like im never going to see her anymore
that the water will climb up to our floor and drown us while we're asleep at night
baba was home the entire day.spent time just both of us being around each other
nidhi says we too are playing out the curse of the buendias,the trick of a guileful time that appears to move forward in a straight line when it really is going round and round
came back home today from athees to a full house,or at least coming back to the three of them to fulfil a design
ma baba dholu,and me
in about a month food will be consumed cold
clothes will lie in a worn,musty heap
i will drink water that an inverted umbrella will hold
home will be just a bed to sleep