The jugde(she) in her infinite wisdom has not denied the order a second time. She has, however, pronounced that she will look at granting the order on the 30th of August after reading the precedent cases more closely. This is good news if you are a masochist. As a sadist I think she just wants to ...well...you know... do a bit of that.
So we return to Australia sans Ankita, but with more hope in our hearts for a return in September, than we had but five minutes ago.
A fire cracker ending, no. Shooting stars on a warm soft raining night -yeah - I'll take that. We must now decide if we see the girl again before we depart or leave it as an open book. Spine faced upward and pages splayed wide on a messy coffee table, fag ends wasted in the make shift saucer ashtray and glasses perilously close to empty (or is that full),crowded to the edge on all sides.
The days will track across a skittish winter feeling and we will dance to an almost definite beat. Foxtrot, waltz,bollywood or tango? Lets keep dancing - we'll make it up as we go.
