The entire city, today is wrapped up in a cloudy windswept cloak.
I met my dawn today..Phyllis Maam ,a beautiful woman ...who reminds me of warm hugs, chocolate coffee, and a time when i thought i would be an actress.
Phyllis Maam was our Tambourine Man.
Sleeping on our old beds , in different lanes across grisly old Kolkata ,young and untouched by anything extraordinary except communist academic pretentions which we did not quite empathise with..
We who knew no better ,sought our NeverLand through this Welsh Wonder-Woman who had come to our old drenched city to find a new home.
Phyllis Maam introduced the brood of us to the greater world beyond.
She spun Chekov,Feiffer, Neil Simon, the opera and the greek tragedies into a pot luck of liver pate and white wine.
Fine dining, fine living, an appreciation of a scene played out through a little window in Paris all became magically believable ........
through her large french windows , her tinkling laughter,her dark green curtains,and her motley group of performing amateurs... in a small Ballygunge Lane.
Some of us actually jumped through the skylight,
Arnab JUMPED..
He was accepted at The Sorbonne and is a journalist in Paris
Mahira JUMPED..
She was accepted at Juliard School and performs just Off Broadway.
Sidharta JUMPED
He was accepted by Columbia but became a poet and I believe has taken London by storm.....
I was too scared too JUMP ..and so did a lot of nothings and at presently peddle technology which i quite dont get.. But
In perfect moments ,in imperfect places i still discover a little bit of that promised Bohemia ..
Some Blue Cheese in a bumper buffet, a saved desktop image of Monet and Manet, a visiting theatre group, pink champagne on retail discount..
That is all that I have..
but then at least i did JUMP...out of frying fish in an oily kitchen
and i still have hope and time
To live New York,
To understand Matisse
To Discover the frutiness of a misty Roset.
I ride on the love of an unquenching search for Bohemia.
spurred on by a tongue of thirst .......that will span my eternity.
and ....my Phyllis Maam
