‘I’d like to meet him. I’ve heard a lot about him. He’s getting kind of a cult status. Rish was talking about making an installation, based around his trance.’
‘I can take you there, but you don’t actually
‘Not killing his high?’
‘That’s about it.’
‘I
I knew her sense of humour, and her quick love for unusual people who did unusual things.
‘Oh, yeah. Dennis is a very
‘If you’re gonna do something, make an art of it,’ she replied.
The tea and buttered buns arrived. We took chunks of the bread, dipped them into our tea until the butter began to run, and ate them hungrily.
‘So, how was Vikram?’
‘He’s not good.’
‘
‘
She frowned. We both knew addiction, and its python grip.
‘D’you think we should do an intervention?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe. I told his parents they should pay for him to stay at a private clinic for a while. They’re gonna try it.’
‘Can they afford it?’
‘Can they afford not to?’
‘Point,’ she agreed.
‘Problem is, even if he goes there, he’s not ready for help yet. Not even close.’
She thought for a moment.
‘We’re not good, you and me, are we?’
‘Where did
‘You and me,’ she repeated softly. ‘We’re not good, are we?’
‘Define good.’
I tried smiling, but it didn’t work.
‘Good is more,’ she said.
‘Okay,’ I said softly. ‘Let’s do more.’
‘You’re nuts, you know that?’
I was lost, and not sure I wanted to know where we were going.
‘When I was arrested,’ I said, ‘I had to undergo a psychiatric evaluation. So, I’ve actually been certified sane enough to stand trial, which is more than I can say for most of the people I know, including the psychiatrist who certified me. In fact, to get convicted in a court of law, you’ve gotta be declared sane. Which means that every convict in the world, in a jail cell, is sane, A-Grade and Certified. And with so many people on the outside seeing therapists and counsellors and all, pretty soon the only people who’ll be able to
She looked up at me. The searchlight smile in her eyes tried to cut through.
‘Pretty heavy conversation,’ she said, ‘with a buttered bun in your hand.’
‘These days, Lisa, even when I try to make you laugh, it’s a heavy conversation.’
‘Are you saying it’s
‘No. I was just –’
‘It’s not always about
‘Okay. Okay.’
Atif arrived to clear the dishes and take the next order. When we had a lot to discuss, we had two or even three buns with tea, but I told him just to bring the tea.
‘No
‘No
‘Maybe, you’ll be having, just
‘No
‘
He took a deep breath, and shouted to the staff in the kitchen.
‘
‘No
I looked at Lisa, and then at Atif, then at Vishal the fast-food cook, glowering from the serving window. I raised my hand, one finger extended.
‘One
‘Yes!’ Atif shouted triumphantly. ‘
Vishal wagged his head in the serving widow enthusiastically, his wide grin revealing pearl-white teeth.
‘
‘I’m glad we got that settled,’ I said, trying to shake Lisa happy.
It was the kind of silly, lovely thing that Bombay does every day, and normally we would’ve enjoyed it together.
‘You know, it’s kinda weird,’ Lisa said.
‘Not really. Atif is –’
‘I was here yesterday,’ she said. ‘With Karla.’
‘You . . . what?’
‘And exactly the same thing happened with that waiter.’
‘Wait a minute. You were here with Karla, yesterday, and you didn’t say anything?’
‘Why would I? Do you tell me who you see, and who you fight with?’
‘There’s a reason for that, and you know it.’
‘Anyway, when I was here with Karla, the same thing happened with that waiter –’
‘Atif?’
‘See? She knew his name, too.’
‘He’s my favourite waiter here. Not surprised she likes him. He should be running the place.’
‘No, you’re not getting me.’
‘Do we have to talk about Karla?’
‘Talk about her,’ she said quietly, ‘or think about her?’
‘Are
She flicked a frown at me, and then went back to folding and refolding the napkin.
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