Brampton, Ontario
Nighttime
Trail
As the coyotes howled, Murli, his two
daughters and I took to the streets. It
was nightfall. We had parathas, succulent and dripping with
the power of ghee. They were stuffed
with fenugreek, some with cauliflower and potato. To work them off, we walked the streets near
Chinguacousy.
Well, they weren’t actual streets to my
mind. They were too new—not even
developed because Murli’s neighbourhood is not full blown. Some houses have a sign that reads “Home
Occupied” which means some in this burb are not. Those that are obvious are revealed by their
interior luminations. Some exude garlic
odour which reaches our nostrils. Garlic,
for what it is, does not need a major exhaust to be detected.
Like most new developments in this area, a
pond has been dredged. The geese, in
good numbers, have sought this one out.
I love it.
A park nearby was on our trail. The space accommodates a playground with a
walkway the shape of an 8. “Eight
gopis,” I tell Murli and his daughters. “Yes, eight is great,” I thought. Krishna has many friends. Among them eight stand out as faithful and
confidential.
The clocks will jump ahead an hour, a minor
austerity. For some of us on tight
regimen, it means one less hour of sleep.
Within minutes I’ll be away from here—in Florida.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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