4/26/2004 » Literature, Musings

Ormus married his apsara April 17 in Manhattan. Shakespeare and Sufis, Faiz and Neruda, literati and glitterati, bhangra and rajanigandha; the sous chef a Vij, sound and 'Fury' signifying everything. No word on whether Braganza pickles were served. Out of the fatwa, into the fire, you knelt before the Three Goddesses and the brothers Grimm. Felicitations, my fleshy-lipped deshi, you look radiant.