Ragged jeans and a fading shirt that may have been black once. He's got a whole bag of flutes slung over his shoulder. Like the snake charming ones, you know?
He's playing a familiar tune.
The one that practically resurrected a sunk ship.
Yes, that one.
I wonder where he picked that one up.
Did he sit in a theatre and watch wide eyed, with the rest of us?
Did he just hear it one too many times on Channel V?
Or radio?
Is there a Bollywood copy I don't know about?
Will someone buy that flute because the song reminds them of their first kiss?
Would a snake sink into his spell?
Will his heart go on?
He's playing a familiar tune.
The one that practically resurrected a sunk ship.
Yes, that one.
I wonder where he picked that one up.
Did he sit in a theatre and watch wide eyed, with the rest of us?
Did he just hear it one too many times on Channel V?
Or radio?
Is there a Bollywood copy I don't know about?
Will someone buy that flute because the song reminds them of their first kiss?
Would a snake sink into his spell?
Will his heart go on?
3 comments:
Keep writing - Anon2
I love that last line!
Thanks, both. :)
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