A light breeze rolled a few dry
leaves hither thither. The earth beneath was an orangish yellow, hardened through
years of wilderness, the bushes and plants living off its bosom swayed just a
bit , Danny noticed they were seated at a place that stretched endlessly with
hardly a tree in sight , those that did catch his eye were distant and stood
solitary almost shockingly lonely. With every step Danny took carrying the
refilled glasses of scotch from his car, even as the smell marijuana smoke
wafted from where Bobby was seated, Danny’s mind, against his will, pushed his
thoughts back, recounting the days that have forever haunted, hounded, pained, mystified
him – the days that brought him face to face with his most untamed region of darkness,
the days that brought him face to face with Annie.
As he walked crunching on stones
and gravel through the ethereal ether came the sounds of a distant opera, a distinct
Soprano, crying out his soul at what seemed like a revelation he wasn’t ready
to witness. Reminding Danny of the musical he was himself working on loosely based on Shelley’s
Prometheus corrupted in a Byronesque backdrop. The sky above completed the visual
orchestra turning purple on the top with a melange of magenta and a tinge of
copper sulphate blue and green merging into a big rash of orange at the end of
a long sun less horizon.
In short this is the story of
Daniel Madan Jesudasan and Anna Namrata Ezekiel, two souls who were never born to
meet, who met and by destiny remained passionate paramours for life. Paramours whose travails started in an Indian Railway colony in the South Central city of Secunderabad known as much for its landscaped and manicured military cantonment as for its dusty, crowded suburbs housing railway workers around Mettiguda and Lalaguda shifting later to Cambridge, Harvard, New York and Prague in its emotional sweep.
Baltimore,Maryland, June 2013.
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