21Jun/110
Terrace
Stepped to the terrace. Big. With electrical points for the music system. A store-room too, from the top of which beer could flow. In pipes ending in folks’ mouths who needed to drink no more. Everyone feeling sexy, Rihanna-like when they’re actually sweaty, a little wheezy with kajal smudged to the chin. Make-out corners. A slab which could serve as the bar. Parapet on which lights could tinky-tonk. Parapets for people to pee off on all of earth - their kingdom below.
Landlady-to-be interrupts: You Jain too? Fantastic! There is a Jain temple close by that you could go to.
Me: Lovely! How much advance do you want?