reality warped

on my way to breakfast i suddenly saw another me, squashed inside a highly vivid little space, and inside that little shiny picture was a man as well, pushing a bike with many gas bottles: how heavy that must be! and the morning was muggy and hot. the blue house is almost next to the house in which we stay. i love Bombay...we have to call it Mumbai now, but after so many years, it seems 'Bombay' expresses the extraordinary liveliness of this city with a more rhythmic, bouncy word.