Academic journal article Chicago Review

Uttar Pradesh

Academic journal article Chicago Review

Uttar Pradesh

Article excerpt

You were dozing over Uttar Pradesh well after the shadows of Annapurna swept across the big plane's starboard wing,

dreaming a peevish little dream of Stinky Phil, your playground tormentor from fifty years before, his red earmuffs

and curious cigar voice vivid as the tapioca you used to gag on at the end of Thursday lunch, when the captain's serene, patriarchal voice

suggested you buckle up, moments before the place jumped then yawed in an air pocket and dropped five-hundred feet. Oh, shit,

there goes the Parcheesi board and what's left of a very bold Shiraz. Melissa purses her lips in the compact mirror,

turns a quarter left, then right a tad, scowls at her mascara and snaps it shuts with a sigh. You are the preeminent colorist

of your era. Some would suggest a fraud with your grand chevelure of white hair cape. Mother would certainly not disagree,

but here you are again, crossing continents, six miles above the petty quarrels, the tossed green salads and car wrecks

to receive yet another prize, a ribbon, a princely sum in a foreign capital and a spread on the Sunday culture page. …

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