20071220

Spider's Web

by austere seeker

From cream-silk covered walls at the hotel, sepia portraits of kings and chieftains, gem-encrusted swords and assorted daggers in hand, look down upon at the world at large. Disdain, whimsy and a fine temper. Intricate pen etchings, with the names of the rulers in a sycophantic flourish. His Excellency so-and-so. Foreigners in Brooks Brothers black rush past, panting as they chase yesterday's yen with a Blackberry. Kings, Englishmen, and the mad march of time.

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austere seeker, author of Red, lives, works, and writes in Mumbai.

10 comments:

Alien said...

wow.. very nicely done

Quin said...

i always love your words, rolling them about in my mind, on my tongue.. they stay rich and lovely.

Leatherdykeuk said...

A lovely flow of prose -- almost a chant.

austere said...

Thank you; alien, quin and leatherdykeuk. It was disconcerting to see His Majesty, His Excellency frown from the walls of the ITC Grand Maratha...

austere said...
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CRUSTYBEEF said...

JUST BEAUTIFUL!!
YOU ARE QUITE A TALENT!!
Always,
Crusty~

Bob Jacobs said...

Quality writing, at any length. Nicely done.

austere said...

crusty- ty. eh, whatever. :)

Bob- thank you.

Ankush said...

The contrast was good, but I found it lacking depth. In any case, it's well written.

austere said...

:)
At the Trident in the boardrooms where investor conf are held, they had hung these portraits regardless of rank or allegiance.