Asking only worker’s wages, I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come on from the whores of Seventh Island
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there……
It has been raining in Mumbai for a whole week today. It slows down occasionally to a hopeless drip-drip-dripping and then suddenly lashes out again. It feels like just after a breakup or a death, when one cries and cries and elapses into trembling gasps thinking one has cried all the tears left inside. Then suddenly a painful memory flashes across the mind and the tears start again.
The skies are crying. Who wipes the tears that fall from God’s eyes?