Christmas Vignettes
Christmas Vignettes
Bow barracks take a different look this time every year,
Those buildings which by and large stay silent
Barring on occasions breaking into peals of laughter
And midnight quarrels incited by drunken stupor of their inhabitants,
Sooty walls which look definitely out of color,
Like sepia presentations,
All change all of a sudden,
As if a fairy by her magic wand changes everything overnight,
Even Mr. Smith suffering from terrible gout living in one of those ancient red-bricked houses
Starts walking slowly from his room to the front verandah
Peering out like a tortoise,
His eyes out of sunken holes popping out, All these things happen,
For Christmas.
Little Diana who had not gone to school for the last few months
Having lack of blood in her veins
Stands feebly before that picture of Jesus Praying for better health;
Her mother in between cooking turkey
And making muffins
Comes and goes away
Like a busy rabbit running to and fro the warren;
The serpentine road that runs through the buildings
Become a fairy queen too
Decked by ball chain lights,
D' Souza, forgetting his gambling den
Also stays at his room
Watching over preparations of another Christmas,
And the best part, only around this time of the year
He cleans his guitar and strums it lazily With an indolent air,
Singing a Bob Dylan song.