The day creeps towards its end. My muted affair with her approaches closure. It's been six hours of lurking behind the shadows with my contraption. She asks me to step forward with her eyes. My knees are making a racket. She smiles at me and says something. I cannot understand her. I try to read her lips.
I give up mid-way.
Anita by Phish. The Piramyd Shoot, Mazda Studio, Bombay. In September.
