‘Jamun Reverie’

''Jaamani kale, kale jaam"

The dulcet voice of the kala jamun seller echoed through the afternoon hush. Not a whisper from a bird or a rustle from the coconut trees disturbed the slumber of the summer afternoon. Doors and windows were shuttered, dogs panted in the shade. The kala jamun man took his usual route winding through the sweltering alleys, past the green waters of the village pond hoping that he could tempt someone outside.

Published in The Little Magazine, Volume iii, issue 1, 2002