This window between us,
I dislike it.

Aperture to his evening lair,
between us be biriyani, Batman comics and Vedic poetry,
the scent of star-stricken smoke and sheet mired with red wine.
A sheer atrocity to our bond and becoming.

Through this escape of breath and time,
Temptation was smiling, sun-clad and, her palm in offering.
I succumbed.

If its any consolation,
she had a lot less feathers than you.
Look, I’m sorry I ate the cookie,
but it was warm, soft and had nuts.
So, Mwah?

(Monologue of the bird on the right.)
Inspired by another lil treasure from a walk along the promenade beach and of course, Pondicherry.