A Hundred Gourds 5:2 March 2016

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Paresh Tiwari - India


The doctor in his usual birds-in-flight scrawl prescribes a heavy dosage of dreams.

'It will not be easy at first,' he cautions. 'It may take a while to get used to their flavour. Mine are insipid like broccoli. It's an acquired taste frankly, but now I have begun to like them.' He adds helpfully. 'You may also want to invest in a good blanket, preferably woven from the scent of your first love and a pillow stuffed with memories; the older the better.'

He also suggests an affair or two, to be swallowed with a warm glass of recklessness every night.

'It's not available over the counter, but you can find it easily enough if you know where to look.' He says with a twinkle in his old brown eyes.

autumn leaves . . .
every now and then
I step into a scrunch

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